The Existential Agent
by Murray Ewing
The Existential Agent has a gadget and a gizmo
The Existential Agent has the low-down and the info
The Existential Agent is a suave and stylish man
The Existential Agent’s memorised the stolen plans
The Existential Agent’s trained to circulate at parties
The Existential Agent is a master of Karate
The Existential Agent is a gourmet, not a glutton
The Existential Agent has a seat-ejector button
The Existential Agent only ever works alone
The Existential Agent’s head is always in the zone
The Existential Agent’s swift and silent in the dark
The Existential Agent’s hands can paralyse a shark
The Existential Agent looks the world right in the eye
The Existential Agent has to do, or has to die
The Existential Agent has a code-book and a gun
The Existential Agent’s work is never, ever done
The Existential Agent isn’t licensed, ranked or numbered
The Existential Agent isn’t allied or encumbered
The Existential Agent has been captured, beaten, drugged
The Existential Agent knows that every room is bugged
The Existential Agent neither knows nor can believe
The Existential Agent has got nothing up his sleeve
The Existential Agent wants no fortune, wants no fame
The Existential Agent has forgotten his own name
The Existential Agent cannot trust or like or love
The Existential Agent takes his orders from above
The Existential Agent’s murdered men, and women too
The Existential Agent knows that nothing — nothing — is true
The Existential Agent lights a careless cigarette
The Existential Agent’s long since ceased to feel regret
The Existential Agent’s vowed he won’t be fooled again
The Existential Agent has a radioactive pen
