It is the dead
of night
And I’m
dead tired
My time goes
by slow
As I watch over
the city
All of a sudden
my heart rate increases
The sound of
the black box is what speaks
It is my turn
My turn to respond
To what?
We know the signal
But what lies
ahead?
Bobby is first
His voice is
high pitched
This damn car
won’t go any faster
Get out of my
way
One of your guardians
is in trouble
Is it his time?
Will he go?
His kids are
beautiful
His wife is wonderful
It was my turn
What will I say
to them?
It was my turn
How will I say
it to them?
It was my turn
How will they
react?
It was my turn
Brian Martin
Federal Reserve Police
New Orleans