Sunday, 25 March 2018

Of a type...

Of a type...

He wrote of Smiley in some books
on spies and moles and Soviet spooks
and all his Cold War Communists,
unlike the outlaws stetsoned black,
wore shadow-grey and belted macs
and ran their double-agent lists.

He showed us villains in his plots
and spawned a genre sparse of shots
and running fights, for his Berlin
was black and white beneath the fog,
had cobbles wet with rain, not blood,
had nothing of a type developed in...

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