Fire and Ice
Fire and Ice
my body is cold,
face hot with fear,
“Please don’t stop; keep going.”
The black messenger coming up the street,
stops at the driveway.
The Chaplin, head bowed
imagining a better place
anywhere but here,
is trudging
up the steps
Doorbell ringing
bring to thoughts I dare not speak
“Where is he?”
“What happened?
“Fool, nothing happened.
We made plans.
He’s going to teach his son to be a man.
No, nothing happened,
Fool we made plans.”
He promised, words echo through my mind
He promised everything would be fine.
Shaky hands open the door
Loud voices of harsh languages
I have yet to understand
“There was a chase.”
“He had a gun.”
I guess Saint Pete needed
another hero to patrol
Heaven’s streets.