Red Menace Poet Narrative

Crash

The night began like any other, 
I grabbed my gear, laced up my boots,
And threw spit shine on the leather.
Rifle slung and bag in hand with the usual friendly banter
I had yet to reach my ride
As the mic began to chatter.

Heading to a crash, one that happened at high speed
Smoke debris and gasoline
Unsure of what I’d need
I hit the lights and sirens and surged my car to life
I felt beside my magazine
to ensure I had my knife.

Updates came as I picked up speed,
Though their tone had already spoken
There would be no life to save this day, another family broken
The cars like origami, metal mixed with flesh
I cut right through their shattered windshield, 
But all I found was death

I remind myself again that I know it’s for the best.
I’m one of the few who deal with this 
To shelter all the rest. 
I left that call and drove away, my shift had just begun
I was only fifteen minutes in
and we’ve lost another one

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