The Angel of Death Offers Consolation

BACKGROUND INFORMATION ABOUT THE FOLLOWING POEM:

Background note on poem: "Courtland Smith died after being shot by an Archdale police officer. Smith had called 911 threatening suicide, and adding that he had a gun and had been drinking." For a full story read here:

The following poem is inspired by the Angel of Death series of poems by Jean Jones, who was The Horror Zine's November Selected Poet 1. Read more of the Angel of Death poems by Jean Jones here:

THE ANGEL OF DEATH OFFERS CONSOLATION

The Angel of Death approached Courtland
as he stood holding a drink
alone, crying, hoping no one would see him.

"Let's go for a ride."

"Who are you?"

"Someone who loves you,
who understands you
and what you are going through."

"I can't see your face."

"That's okay; I can see you."

So, they got in his car
and began a long talk
as Courtland drove through
the dark streets.
Observers would have said he was alone
in the car, but Courtland would have
told them differently...
he would have told of a beautiful woman
riding with him.

"They don't understand you
and won't take you seriously...
Go ahead...
Call 911 and tell them what you are going to do!"

"I can't do it."

"Go ahead, call them, you'll see.
They don't understand you like I do...
No one ever will..."

So, he did call 911.

The Angel of Death kept speaking to him
as he drove,

as he became more desperate.

"There's only one way you can be
with me forever," the Angel of Death told Courtland.

"I can't do it," he answered.

"They're not going to take you seriously
just because you cry.
Make them understand the depth of your pain...
Tell them you have a gun with you
and you're ready to end your life now.
Then they'll listen."

So, he told the 911 operator
just what the Angel of Death had said.

The next several moments
he spent listening to the 911 operator
in one ear
and the Angel of Death in the other,
until all he could hear
was the soothing hypnotic voice
of the Angel of Death.

When he came to a traffic light
he didn't hear the police telling him
to stay in the car.

"Do you really want to be with me,
forever?" the Angel of Death asked him.
"Then take this and go.
Go ahead. You can do it.
They'll remember you now!"

The next sounds to be heard
were from the police.
Four gunshots.
"Shots fired."
"Man down."