Black uniforms:

the tools, the weapons, implements
of power. Packaged new, none crusted, rusted,
stained, dyed over, nothing homely, DI-
Y or second, handed down, no punk,
no steam, no roller. Black uniforms so smart,
all trim and fitting on a muscled frame,

black uniforms identified with power:
Patches blazoned with the stars, the sun,
the ranking ire of Sauron—uniforms
of power—snakes and vipers, black and sleek
and shining in their scaly might. Their uniforms
of power armored, shielded, masked. You cannot
see them. They can see you through uniforms
of power.

Catch them on their morning jog,
their sunny stroll with german shepherd, doing
all the things that normal people do
in stripped down uniforms of power. You'd almost
be forgiven, thinking they're just people,
sisters, fathers just like us, but wouldn't
be forgiven. You'd be executed in the street
by tools and implements, the shiny sleek
of vipers, snakes, the weapons of the Power.

Amar Shah · Black uniforms