The silence clings to the walls
Broken only by the trumpet of an exhaust
From the car park below;
Windows still ajar
The quest still far
From its conclusion;
A siren comes now, in the dim distance
Unable to carry it's urgency
Through the miles between
There and this complacent scene;
Dissolving in an eerie whistle
Rather like calling a dog home
And nobody hears
Then more sirens in a tinny symphony
They call persistently
But still no-one hears.
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