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 © | Year Posted 2021

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Leffanta Avatar
August 23, 2021 at 11:55 AM
Going, going, gone! No matter how nor when, gone is gone, so why stress out about it? Best to be prepared for whatever happens next!
Wolf Avatar
August 23, 2021 at 8:04 PM
That's the spy's attitude 'to a T.' Just get prepped for the next crisis... 'til something so powerful punches you in the gut that you just can't ignore that little voice inside you anymore. ~ Gershon
Hankins Avatar
August 23, 2021 at 10:11 AM
Marvelous write, Gershon. I think everyone lives with a latent (and sometimes active) fear of death.
Wolf Avatar
August 23, 2021 at 8:06 PM
I agree, Milt. At least the vast majority fear it -- or at least fearing the known (life here) for the unkown (what? where?). Hope & Love, Gershon
Buehler Avatar
August 22, 2021 at 9:40 PM
No one is truly fearless, but courage is facing one's fears. Brilliant writing, Gershon. :)
Wolf Avatar
August 23, 2021 at 8:07 PM
Yup, you've nailed it, Evelyn. ! :) gw
Roper Avatar
August 22, 2021 at 7:14 PM
A brave man, but at the end of the day sleep with one eye open. Well written verse, Gershon
Wolf Avatar
August 23, 2021 at 8:08 PM
Good advice from the Fox. I'll take it. ~ The Wolf, reserving one eye for open-eyed-sleeping
Fenn Avatar
August 22, 2021 at 7:10 PM
I think these feelings are inside everyone of us. We project bravery, but inside, we are vulnerable. Well-penned, Gershon.
Wolf Avatar
August 23, 2021 at 8:12 PM
You have it right, Jennifer. Our vulnerability is always there, no matter how impenetrable the armor aroud it... :) gw
Faulkner Avatar
August 22, 2021 at 6:37 PM
Cool on the outside, but the inside a different story, intriguing juxtaposition here, gw~
Wolf Avatar
August 23, 2021 at 8:17 PM
Yup. 'Cool' is usually covering up something red-hot deep down. ~ gw
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