Police - What We Do To Each Other Poem by Paul Warren

One night we were on night shift as a police officer in Ingle Farm in South Australia and we were tasked to a house. When we walked through the front door there was two young women and a young man in the lounge all upset. We walked through to the kitchen and met an ambulance officer coming through the rear door. He directed us to the back veranda and we saw another young man lying spread out. He had shot himself in the head blowing half away and was still alive with one eye left looking at us.