Would He Ever Know?
Introduction: Recently, I attended a poetry writing workshop conducted by Tracy K. Smith, America’s remarkable Poet Laureate. She rekindled my fascination with poetry, which has remained banked and largely overlooked for decades.
Challenged – in just three minutes – to come up with a question that would trigger a poem, I recalled a scene from 55 years before, and not only the question, but the poem was born in moments.
When I was 12 and hanging with some friends, lighting plastic model ships on fire – firecrackers embedded deep within – then sending them sailing down the North Branch of the East Fork of the Chicago River (I kid you not), we watched them burning like pre-CGE Hollywood ship-battle models (think John Wayne’s “In Harm’s Way”) until the deep-buried firecrackers put them out of their misery, a cop pulled up and began to hassle us. I was a bit away from my friends, and was able to surreptitiously glue an M-80 on the cop-car’s muffler (forgetting that mufflers sat right below gas tanks). The cop, having done his men-in-blue duty, drove off – about a quarter-mile down the street – before the M-80 went off. BLAAAM … THUBBA-THUBBA-THUBBA. He threw his Crown Vic into reverse and peeled rubber (in reverse) down the entire quarter mile, while we scattered.
A week later, this happened:
Would He Even Know?
Sitting at my father’s table, a gruff, just man who ruled as a king: judge, juror and executioner.
Proud and content in himself, but swift to pronounce judgment against any he deemed wrong.
“What kind of monster would do that?” he all but bellowed, casting a dismissive glance at our cringing small-town weekly.
“His father should be horse-whipped,” he sternly pontificated, pronouncing sentence on the miscreant’s errant sire.
My face held mask-rigid, my eyes not daring to meet his, I owned my guilt with silent fear and dignity.
That offending firecracker had made such a lovely “bang,” leaving the police car’s muffler clanging off the pavement.
Would he ever know?
Not from me. Never from me.
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