Heist

I feel out the people’s zeitgeist,

blitzkrieg the countryside,

women screaming, abide

by holy prayer, Jésus Christ.

Excuse my filthy French,

Sacré dieu, bleu, le feu rage

while I scope out the scene,

I don’t omit, who, why, where,

what, how it came to be seen.

Moving to commit myself to

felony heist, keen on the green.