The Spy Man Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

He has been told
To remain silent while others talk
To wear a mask of darkness
To be invisible
He had been given a scale
Delicate
Like the one who blows
The molten glass
Into shape
He has been told
To have many eyes
And to be all ears
He has been told not to think
His nerves severed
From the rest of the world
He also has been told
To carry cyanide
Or keep the last bullet for himself
To follow
Like a sniffer dog
Every sign of life
And happiness
He has been told
To be the secrete executioner
Of humanity
He has been told
Not to agree
Not to defend
He has no tongue
He is the spy man
Unlike Bond
But like Bond
In his labyrinths
He cannot come out
From the maze
He is pathetically mysterious
With remorse and guilt
He cannot love
His children
He is hated by his wife
He is the spy man
4/12/2009