Nobody ever tried
to buy or blackmail me
with bunnies, booze, or bribes
though any of the three
would probably have worked
(well, truth be told I think
dollars or sex more likely
to have done the trick than drink) –
not that I had a secret
any side’s spooks would want
or which could have prompted either
Armageddon or Detente
but should they try to blow
my cover, even now,
I’d confess my life’s
(like most?) unlived, somehow
and thank them for the moment
they asked me to betray
the past where it’s been hiding
until – at last – today.