'Brooklyn Cop' by Norman MacCaig
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
5 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.
10 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,
15 whose
home is a place
he might, this
time, never get back to?
And who would be
who have to be
his victims?
by Norman MacCaig