parents

The enemy who wears 
my mothers casual face
And confidential tone
Has access doubtless stares
Into my writing case
And listens on the phone

My fortress crumbles. Spies 
Who call themselves my betters
Harry me night and day
Myself the single prize 
Likely they read my letters 
And bear the tale away

Or eavesdrop on my sleep
Uncountered and unchidden
To learn my dreams by heart
There is no lock that will keep
A secret rightly hidden
From there subversive art

But till the end is sure 
Till on some open plain
They bring me to my knees
I'll face them down endure
In silence and disdain
Loves utmost treacheries