The men stood in a semi-cricle
All wore baggy black fatigues
Hair stood up on Rayen’s neck,
She knew these men would not cease.
The head man’s voice was level
As was the barrel of his gun
And he spoke quietly as he said
Man: “Don’t even try to run.
We know what you’re after.
Just hand it over, see?
Then there won’t be any bullet holes,
And you can go scott-free.”
Then tension rose in Rayen’s silence
The man’s eyes’ pierced through her soul.
Then Braden spoke up from around the corner.
And his words filled that silent hole.
Braden: “You can have the tape. I’ll bring it now.”
Rayen said, “Braden! Stop!”
But just as she did, Braden came around,
And all he did was drop-
The microcassette in front of the men.
One picked it up, and they ran.
Rayen glowered at her grandson.
Rayen: “How could you give it to those men?!”
Braden smiled in boyish glee.
Rayen: “You didn’t? Where is it then??”
Braden produced a microcassette
From his right-hip pocket.
It was black with a blue stripe down the side.
Rayen’s heart leapt like a rocket.
Braden: “A copy is just as good as a tape.”
Rayen: “Well done, Nahuel my son.
Let’s get it to the Police ASAP.
And listen to what we just won!”