Brooklyn Cop

• Built like a gorilla but less timid, / thick-fleshed, steak-coloured, with two / hieroglyphs in his face that mean
• trouble, he walks the sidewalk and the / thin tissue over violence. This morning, / when he said "See you, babe" to his wife, / he hoped it, he truly hoped it.
• He is a gorilla / to whom "Hiya, honey" is no cliché.
• Should the tissue tear, should he plunge through / into violence, what clubbings, what / gunshots between Phoebe's Whamburger / and Louie's Place.
• Who would be him, gorilla with a nightstick, / whose home is a place / he might, this time, never get back to?
• And who would be who have to be / his victims?