Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Inconvenience


You see a cruel authority figure inconveniencing your day.
You see an expensive charge that you can't afford.
At Christmas, credit card bills in the mail.
You can't afford to pay it, not now,
Why would the police do that?
Why do they do that?
Charge people.

It's because.
They know the aftermath,
High speed collisions, drunk drivers,
They smell the burning flesh, petrol, rubber,
They make notes, photograph the limbs, guts, decapitations
The carnage of babies and children and teenagers spread across highways.

But that isn't always the hardest job that they do. That job comes next.
Next, they call upon other detachments and ask for assistance.
"Please attend the following address and tell the residents,
With our sincerest condolences we inform you that,
Your daughter, or son, or mother, or father,
Were driving along the highway when,
A terrible collision occurred.
Police and ambulance,
They tried their best,
To save them.
But they're,
Dead!"

Denial.
Disbelief.
Acceptance.
Tears and anguish.
Hard on you, hard on them,
And the police, choking back tears,
Wonder if it could be have been prevented.
If only police had enforced more, just a little bit more.
If they went after speeders and drunk drivers a few more times,
If they wrote more violation tickets and pulled a couple more people over.

Could they have saved a life? Maybe save the next one? With a ticket?
How many impaired driving charges does it take to save one life?
How many tickets written, vehicles pulled over, stop checks?
How many charges does it take to save one life so that,
They don't have to knock on yet another door,
So they don't have to knock on your door.
In order to tell you the worst news.
That you have ever heard.
In your entire life,
Your entire life,
Devastated!

Charge people?
Why do they do that?
Why would the police do that?
You can't afford to pay it, not now!
At Christmas, credit card bills in the mail.
You see an expensive charge that you can't afford.
You see a cruel authority figure inconveniencing your day.

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