Charl JF Cilliers

Gold Star - 5,763 Points (25 January 1941 / Cape Town, South Africa)

Interrogating The Poem - Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

One knows one has them dead
to rights: sure, they were taken
into custody
on mere suspicion,
but one simply needs
to sweat them till
the truth comes out.

Perhaps they didn’t quite fit
the description
when they were picked up,
but you never know the lengths
that perps will go to
to disguise themselves.

Some are hard nuts to crack.
They just sit there.
Won’t admit to anything.
They drill it into you at the Academy:
no shortcuts, however much
you’d like to:
there are subtleties, it’s true,
but always remember the rules!

Yet one is expected to find out
what they’re hiding!

I have no time
for all this subtle empathy crap
they teach you at the A:
finding out about their social circumstances,
their difficult backgrounds, their deeper feelings,
their history and all that
theory, analysis, in order to understand them!

I may only be a rookie,
but I know that if I could
just be left alone
with this one I’d get results:
a bit of subterfuge, a dodge or two
(it wouldn’t take long either!)
and I’d jolly soon find out
what I’m damn certain I already know.

Topic(s) of this poem: poetic expression

Form: Free Verse

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 9, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, May 20, 2016

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