Informant In Flesh Poem by Earnest Gatuma

Am I a ghost whisperer?
When alone am vested a gift,
Cause I get these raucous voices,
Sometimes they are gibberish
Other times they're coherent,
Giving commands,
At such times am ignored by the phantom,
The subordinate spirits would comply,
Never have I heard any attest of mutiny,
Only then a unanimous response 'Hail Halpha',
Legions would declare war against the adversary,
Who could be a seraph or an infamous clergyman,
A mortal who has practiced disdain by discounting their covenant,
Only then after my role would be,
Like a transverse equal,
Was supposed to gather information,
In every crook and cranny belonging to the exorcist,
Because God is the sole omniscient,
That puts Lucifer in a vital social zone,
For teamwork there is more strings,
Appealing in every eye for a good first impression,
He needs me desperately,
An advocate at his every whim.









*ENTP crisis, dubious is delight.