- Vol. 06
- Chapter 04
A Rorschach Moment
Pardon me, Lady
that expression on your face
a masterpiece in primary
a work of steel
sends shivers down my spine.
In your eyes I read
not so much a plea
as an insistence for collective responsibility,
the Universal Declaration for Human Rights
Your pupils, unnerve me.
Lady, I’m a riot cop, I do my job, I’m not a politician
I have a wife, a son, arms of steel and a mother
just like you. I have work to do.
You will not distract or sway me with that copper
red crown on grey hair, your stone-round mouth
My mother loves purple
she plays the guilt card.
I don’t know my father.
But here we stand, toe-to-toe, face-to-face, you and I.
I wil go home tonight to my wife, my son, my guilt.
I don’t know where you will be.
I don’t know where my father is.
I have arms of steel.