Mistaken identity

Mistaken identity

Corridors run faster than trained legs, or dogs
Wasted worms feast on the tag
That witnesses him as dead
Broken bones weigh the cling film bag.

Maze without exit, blocks my escape
I reach the length, without hope
A recent migrant to twists and turns
No audience as witness, or single folk.

Dogs heel to command of familiarity
Scattered labels fall free
Shot twice in the back
My mistaken identity.

Ex - Police Officer on Duty (Oct, 1998)