Sitting Duck Poem by Douglas Scotney

If we don't know or need to know
if it's a he or a she
and it's rude to call it an it,
let's call it an e.

You've been signalled to stop your car.
A police officer with a gun on you
asks seated you for your license.
You have to reach into your clothes to get it.

You think e is setting you up
for a 'justifiable' shooting;
that e has joined the force to murder.

You forgot to take your license out
as soon as you knew you were 'caught'.

You don't ask to be let out first
and searched.

Sitting there,
it's not what do you do?
It's what dare?