You called

You called. pic for poem

 

a slim rope braided to form

a cord from which a brass whistle would

in its heyday dangle as

a symbol of authority. This whistle

 is now a tarnished and tired brass ornament

on the end of a dusty tether

but still it holds weight and mutely muscled dignity

so history can resonate with respect

and call to mind the circumstances

when it was employed to summon assistance

to the long arm of the law

laid down in colonies that formed an Empire

in another world whose echoes and traces still pulse

in air that is all but oblivious to lips, now cold,

that pressed so urgently and blew

for order and help

in a time gone deaf to Imperial Rule.

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