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The Natural Habitat

Updated on November 9, 2012

Nothing was clear,

he couldn’t get it through his head,

and in that he would fear

he was in homicide,

he spoke for the dead,

his job was to avenge those

lost to the world,

his job became his wife,

while he tracked down

the theft of human life,

he covered the body with a white sheet,

from head to feet,

then the young rookie sees,

he understood life’s defeat,

it goes beyond academic degrees,

in time it becomes so draining,

but it doesn’t come from books,

or any specialized training,

he was in Hell’s kitchen,

and he started to feel the heat,

because all the theory in the world

means nothing if you can’t read the street,

and somehow he knew,

that it went beyond that too,

homicide was the major leagues,

the center ring, the show,

that’s when a boy would grow,

and in that,

he knew the police and criminals

have been the natural habitat,

so he would either work hard at it,

or hang up his hat.

© 2011 Frank Atanacio


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    • Frank Atanacio profile image

      Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton

      thanks for reading Uban, Vin and Beata bless you guys :)

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      Beata Stasak 6 years ago from Western Australia

      Nice work...reminded me of the Australian movie 'Animal Kingdom'....wherever you are born, whoever are your parents, whatever are your should try to make the best of it, so once when you are dead, they can say: "We mourn a man, who gave without limit, share without restraint and love without regret".

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      Vinaya Ghimire 6 years ago from Nepal

      We are destined to become what we are. Nice poem.

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      Alexander Thandi Ubani 6 years ago from Lagos

      We choose what we want to become. We also learn from things happening around us. The last two lines struck my imagination and made me believe that this life is about good and bad. If you re not for good, then you re for bad. Lovely piece.