Don't shoot poem by Wayne Jackson February 27, 2005 by David Michael Jackson the sun was bright last night. The moon ran scared in the streets. “Don’t shoot.” he cried. “I won’t.” I cried emptying my forty five in his direction. *** Related Posts:Narrow Passage | Short Story by James NitzAMERICAN MOBILE. A Poem by EM Schorb.Dylan Thomas Readings, Burton,Hopkins,Auden et alPoetry & Poems of Frank O'Hara. 1926-1966Howl Poem by Alan GinsbergDerek Walcott.Poet of Oceanic Scales & Large Canvases.