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120115 Heroes

17 Jan

Dark night
he raced the police
until the ute ran
out of fuel

then he shot it
and he turned to
the police
threateningly

she spoke to him
‘put down the gun, Brett.’
‘how do you know my name?’
he asked

Three tours in an Asian war.
It was on her mind.
‘put the gun down, Serg’
she was crying inside
praying

‘put the gun down’
hoping she sounded authoritative
not begging
respectful

put
the
gun
down!’,
she ordered

he dropped it
sobbing
and her partner shot him

tazered him
she cradled his head
while he wept
and she thanked her partner with a nod.

A year later
she went round
for dinner at his place
and met the kids.

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Posted by on 17 January, 2012 in #MoP12, POEMS

 

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