Why The Sheriff Poem by James McLain

When he arrived
ask of me,
why am i here?
Looking him in the eye
saith i/i 'said' in reply.
She/my sister
slept with my wife,
much more than that.
many times to many in front of my child,
my daughter whom even now is but six.
She makes me violently ill,
it's the air around her it is,
she is bi polor i think as well.
unmedicated and married ten times
she braggs
Why am i here again he 'ask'.
i' 'said' i fed the dog a bone,
he is much like i
in this home.
Logical thought not/her progressive
shes not
thoughts in that place none should dwell,
the sheriff 'asks her.
Are you in fear for your life for distroying
his home, eating of his wife, what did his daughter see?
He, ask?
She thinking what, 'said no'.
Am i here because he fed a bone to the dog,
or what you did to his home and child.
Don't you have a daughter he ask'of her.
Nine she said.
Is that not your red car i see at new york, new york
each night that bar.
Tell me, he ask' why do you fear the bone.



13 feb 2010