The Spy Lives On the Cool Edge
Tight-lipped, tough, the spy
lives on the cool edge
one side is death
the other, still breath
He's sniffed the danger
sensed its pulse, wild
felt its noose slipped over his neck --
repulsed by its cold wet muzzle
A-twitch in the shadow of a grave
heaving up torrents of tears
Each one a mocking witness to how scared
as hell he is of death and dying
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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