Cops

noble warriors without redemption,
doing battle on my screen.

In the name of prevention
follow them, befriend them,
always unquestioning
they act quicker than you
and your unstated prejuidice
for action above analysis
   that can come after (if at all)
      you switch off.

like dogs waiting to be destroyed,
like so many dreams...
handcuffed, kneeling, they are detritus
swept away and under
   
Off to a bigger house
with its regular meals, prospects
of intimacy and knowledge
   forgotten, never realised

in your loungeroom
you sit entertained, contented,
another satisying narrative ends
with justice being done,
leaving wife and kids alone.

it will never be your home
         will it?