NYC Nights
Patrolling the night,
A crime is born,
Turn on the lights,
Wail the air horn.
Arrived on scene,
Suspect on the run,
Ten Thirteen,“Put down the gun!”
In a rain of fire,
Backup arrives,
Check for a prior,
Everyone survives.
Except for the one,
For which the call went out,
Realizes he’s done,
Blood flows like a spout.
N-Y-P-D,
F-D-N-Y,
Come help me,
I don’t want to die.
My poem talks about an NYPD officer who is working the night shift. He recieves a call about a crime and responds to a man with a gun. He gets into a gun fight with the man and backup arrives, but in the end, the officer gets killed by the criminal. I used a couple of different conventions in my poem. I used an ABAB rhyming pattern as well as 4 line stanzas. The target audience is pretty much anybody, but I guess it's more geared towards people with a Criminal Justice background or education. I used some information from my ethnography. It shows some police procedures like checking for a prior crime, the NYPD code 10-13, which I talked about in my ethnography. Also, this poem shows how in special circumstances, things don't go according to plan, which is something I learned in my interview.
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