A life forsaken (with apologies to Robert Frost fans)

Two men converged on Canfield Drive,

One man just walking down the middle,

My squad car passed him and I stopped,

Would I make this something big or little?


My insults didn’t move him off the street,

He talked back, gave not an inch,

Twelve shots at him I fired,

And I saw him jerk and flinch.


Once I started, I dared not stop.

Was he coming at me? I had to kill.

My fears made him look like a monster.

Big men assured me I’d done their will.


I shall be telling this, somewhere,

Ages and ages hence, without a sob,

Two men converged on Canfield Drive,

And I know I did my job.


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