THE COMEDIANS: A Spenserian stanza. My reading has been boring, so I have to resort to original poetry to keep myself interested.

I was an agent once, a double man,

A separated soul. I’d turned against

The last ones left who’d still extend their hands.

I had such skills for spying: how I sensed

Each change in breath and diction! How I fenced

With your assassins (sent in groups of ten).

I never said I loved you, for you tensed

Each time I tried. Too drunk, I can’t say when.

I can’t trust that you’ll trust me, if I turn again.