A definite
desire
decimated.
A dream
seen
has been
stolen.
“Mi-noh-like-yuh”
jus’ jook him dung
an tek weh,
wah shudda be
fi-him own.
Not even king James’
heroic 3-point shot
at the end of game 2
of the Eastern Conference Finals
cudda hush ‘im
holey soul.
Anger, amazement
and resentment
were used
to crutch
disappointment.
An’ fi compoun’ it
she go dis
an’ come call
the big man
Miss.
Bet
you 
think
this is about
you… 
don’t you?
This noh have nutten
fi do wid deputy!
Ah sherrif
wi ah blaze ah fyah pon!
Not flesh and blood,
mi lion.
It’s about the theft,
nay,
the abortion,
after the conception,
of a life-long ambition.
Try fi undastan,
dat
it
should have been
born.
Intangibles matter.
Yuh too “teef”!
And the thief
comes
only
to steal
and kill
and destroy.
Ole slew foot,
mi seh,
yuh too
blasted
“teef”!
And not even
your weapon
shall prosper. 

Austin G. Henry