Night Cordon Poem by Paul Warren

Night Cordon



A cold damp wind hits you in the face
And the darkness closes in on you
Biting into you as you wait and stand
There is no more need to be concerned

For the longer you wait, the worm will turn
As the dog searches through the factory
Endless minutes plod on without hearing
Until the all clear is given to resume patrol.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Tuesday, August 15, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: night,poem,police
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Paul Warren

Paul Warren

ADELAIDE, SOUTH AUSTRALIA
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