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.
Photo: Charlie Riedel/AP
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