Unknown Agent Poem by Theresa Haffner

I am an unknown
agent
the operative
with no name
No one knows
my identity
without guilt
and without shame
I take my orders
from newspapers
and TV
I am guided by the
headlines, bits of
paper, and
debris.

I uphold the power
to which I have sworn,
and enforce the code of justice
without malice or reward
I am the servitor of God and Satan
and the governments of
men,
unknown to other operatives
and by the countries,
disavowed by them.

The House of Love
will cause you sorrow
Your safe home
will be cracked.
Everything I give you
the Cosmic will take back.
I represent the Hierarchy
and act on their advice

Sacrifice, O Lord
this darkness
in our soul.
Banish to the dark
the hatred that
we hold.
Cast out from us
the demons, their
evil and their lies
Forgive our thoughts
of treacheries
which confine our lives
I care not for either side,
have no ideology
or creed,
and about the organizations
I have nothing to reveal.

I am the Keeper of the Scales
and all lost car keys
are in my tend
I keep my abode in the
barren spaces
And the place where
all roads end.

No one ever
sees me coming
When I materialize
as if out of smoke
No one ever sees me leaving
disappearing as I go.

I have no soul to lose
and by none to
be suspect
Nothing in my life
to prevent me
from my task

And when he lays me down
in death
I will utter
no remorse
Only pride
that with no emotion
I performed

By no one will my
identity be guessed

My storage locker is not full
of bounty of the quest

What the Cosmic bestows
the radio can’t deny.

By toiling into the matter
neither answers
or their questions
will they find.