Posted in Unexpected

Killjoy

He was young then
new to the police force
eager to join the thin blue line – on the frontline.
Training
probation
unreal work
escorting criminals from jail to court
and court to jail.

Now
coalface appointment and first station
night shift
finished each morning
by checking off bail reportees
easy rapport develops with one
cheerful banter
between cop and yet to be convicted
or acquitted
crime and punishment indeed.
One morning
almost oversight asks about the impending charge
“murder.”

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Author:

Most of my life has been spent on the bench, occasionally called into the game by extravagance or attenuation. Waiting has turned a loner into a recorder - nondescript and inconsequential, more not noticed than overlooked - the non-vantage point of children not yet considered old enough to understand. Orphaned Islands (Un)poetry is a lifetime of picking anecdotes up and not throwing them away. Stories collected like odds and ends placed in a box in the basement, the garage, the garden shed - uncertain as to what their use might be but knowing that one day there might be one.