Summer 1958 • Vol. XX No. 3 Poetry |

The Spy to the Hero

Knife and gun and always watching eyes And underneath a something that is tense, Nowhere for you, or such a person as You were, since how does openness make sense In a world so stale that night, night only is The land left to discover, violence The only exploit, dark the only sea, The only life to live vicariously. Like Hermes and Ulysses we once were Together as a team, I just behind, Providing the disguises for your wear, The eyes of night when glory made you blind, The trickery you could not use in war Without exposing corners of the mind You would not face, a darker side of you, Say I was a shadow that you threw. Therefore since the world that is so stale Would pull your passion down just out of spite, Go underground with me, and there be still, The shadow of a man, keep out of sight, Where I will show you how it is I steal Protection from the gang that owns the night, And the view you get down there of things above Will make you far too critical for love. Take adv

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