The Police Are Going To Have To Kill Me To Stop Me, The Fatal Current: The Murder Of J. Michael Cook By Electric Current Discharge, The Corona Effect Poem by Dennis Ryan

Friday morning, May 24, 2024 at 12: 59 a.m.; it is now 1: 40 a.m., and Poem Hunter—as it did with the previous poem— is delaying publication in the category "New Poems" for as long as possible to limit viewer readership.

The police are going to have to kill to stop me—
before they further harm my sons, my son Shawn
by a Dr. Bacca at Wake County Human Services
constantly referring him to eye specialists for an
unnecessary eye surgery that could kill or cause
brain damage; my son Devin's employers from
Pennsylvania, managers, other workers, guests
at Michael's Restaurant in Carolina Beach, North
Carolina, his facing constant threats, harassment
despite doing a stellar job—yes, the police and F.B.I.
are going to have to murder me the way they did
J. Michael Cook, asleep in his own bed in Durham,
when they sent a low volt electric current through
the air into his heart, the fatal current acting like
an 'invisible electric wire', the 'nerve effects being
the primary cause of injury due to electricity, mainly
the heart of course', stopping it, a 'lethal 100V at
20mA, only 2W is dissipated in the body, which is
insignificant', rendering current/charge undetectable.
That's how they killed him with only his wife, Gail
Stillman Cook the wiser, she whispering in my ear,
'He was healthy as an ox, Denny, but they killed him—
something electric, like a defibulator, just the opposite.'
Gail would know, an experienced nurse for many years,
having a Master's Degree in Nursing from University of
Virginia, once running the Nursing Program At Durham Tech.