And The Band Played On (an acrostic poem)

Anthony didn’t know what to expect

Nights could be quiet, but this one?

Dude!  Everyone was just wigging out.

 

The downtown nightclub, Tulane’s, burnt to the ground

He heard through the grapevine it was started by someone with a bong and a blowtorch

Everyone knows you don’t combine the two

 

But after the party moved on, there was a brawl at The Green Goddess.

Anthony had been on that call

Needed to bust a few drunken asses to get that mess sorted out

Detox was going to be busy till morning

 

People kept the crazy going even then

Leaving everyone on the night shift, including Anthony, very tired and cranky

Anthony thought once again about that parole job and wondered if he should bid on it

Yet he loved being a police officer

Every day he got to keep people safe, even when they behaved like animals

Deep down he knew he would miss it the minute he left

 

Over the radio another call came in, a robbery at a gas station

Never a dull moment, but there was always hope for a break later

 

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Memory (an acrostic poem)

Music played softly in the background

Emily smiled at her husband, watching him conduct the band in his mind

Matt was brilliant with a baton in his hand.  It was something he was born to do

Oscar had said as much during Emily and Matt’s wedding ceremony

Reaching out to touch Matt, Emily smiled at that reminiscence

Yet she accepted that that recollection was gone for him, like so many others