A policemans Lot

storypoem

A Policeman’s Lot

 

The sad yew trees stand motionless.

The wind has dropped, the air is still.

I try to keep expressionless

Though I am here against my will.

 

Exhumations are not

allowed by law in broad daylight.

Nor are they readily forgot

It tends to haunt me day and night.

 

When duty calls I must obey

I was a uniformed P.C,

My task; to keep the press away.

Exerting my authority.

 

It’s not just curiosity.

They too must do as they are told.

I think like me they’d rather be

In some warm pub out of the cold.

 

 

The powers that be do not tell me.

The reasons for this grizzly task

They merely tell me where to be.

Nor would they tell me should I ask

 

My duty’s done the coffins gone.

The press have left unsatisfied

and I am left to muse upon.

The empty grave I stand beside.

 

The sad yew trees stand quietly.

 They never feel the urge to roam

They are where they are meant to be.

But I am not I head for home.

 

A two "ten shift I shan’t forget"

Though it was many years ago.

The memories still haunt me yet

I don’t suppose they’ll ever go.

 

Friday, 23 September 2011

 

Reviews

[Greg the Bard]

I can tell you sadly that you will take those memories to your grave. I stood gard in service over the coffins retruning from Vitnam. I will never forget them. How they died didn't really matter. The reason did. The second line in the next to last verse should start with "They" and the first line in the last verse has an open quotes. Other than that I really like this work although it brought back some memories I just a soon not rememeber.