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Murder in Constantinople
As in an Agatha Christie mystery
A man - he ghosts into a consulate
As a flickering image upon a screen
The image, yes, but not the man is seen
(A soft midnight splash in the Golden Horn)
As in an Eric Ambler mystery
Perhaps he is another Dimitrios
Another identity, and in the rain
Someone else slips aboard the Belgrade train
(A soft midnight splash in the Golden Horn)
The inspectors inspect; the leaders lie:
We would not have it that Our subject should die
(And softly flows the current through the Golden Horn)
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