Well, this is a surprise. I logged on to search for an old, old poem I posted here never suspecting this poem would still be under discussion. I posted it after George Floyd was killed near where I once lived in Minneapolis. In my imagination, as the dying body gushed in a death throes, the officer experienced some kind of arousal as is sometimes the case when certain people kill. No idea if that's accurate in this case but it had that look and there were questions about his hand in his "pocket".
Thank you all for the reads and comments.
