Cop
In his new ironed, creased uniform
epaulets, golden diagonal band
proud like a young four-legged donkey
having a loaded gun in a holster, sealed
deadly provocation to the new cop’s mind,
bobby, pig, words used to describe a cop
as he imagines being in action when
the thief is caught red-handed and the cop
can draw his gun, power in the hands
of morons, such his thoughts as
he smiled at his idol preparing to appear
at the parade, in front of the naïve
people, in his hands the power
to absolve or protect, the power to
punish or to judge with the tool for
peace or war in the busy streets of
big city that relies on this young donkey
to do his job, to just act like an animal.
He too chose to hide his questionable
manhood and insecurity behind the mood
of the ambivalent and deadly weapon
Manolis Aligizakis 