WHAT MAKES THE DAY.

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AN OLD AGENT AND HIS JOB DONE.

Submitted: July 23, 2010

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It’s what makes the day:
A takeout cleanly
Carried out, no fuss,

No mistakes, job done.
Bill wonders what the
Conspiracy guys

Will make of this dark
Killing. Got to keep
The clues down to a

Minimum of near
Zero, unlike the
John F Kennedy

Fiasco shootout
In 63. Bill
Draws deeply on his

Cigarette, thinks of
His father, the way
He always had to

Pick holes, find fault, poke
The firm finger. Bill
Almost missed him when

He died; almost but
Not quite, just enough
To keep the game in

Play. The city hides,
The city buries.
The youth he shafted

The other night, was
Black not white, had deep
Eyes and a wide smile

And entertaining
For a while and left
In the cold early

Hours beneath a
Full moon. He guesses
He’s the Agency’s

Oldest tool; he’s been
Around the game since
The Bay of Pigs shit

In 61 and
Ever after that
He’s been underground

And undercover,  
Living two dark lives
Sorting out the mess

Until the job’s done,
Things tidied up and
Another piece of

US history
Fictionized for none
To know except the

Few. Bill stubs the butt
Of the cigarette
Against the brick wall

Waiting for the next
Plane out of this darn
Hell and next dark call.


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