An Introduction To Life, Loss, Love And Death. Poem by Not Long Left

Shattering the fragile peace of sleep
sirens, sharp and sinister startle the senses.
Flashing blue lights glitter ball the bedroom
luring the silhouettes into revealing themselves.

looming closer and louder until a sudden silence
tells us of their arrival, we rise, slowly we pull
back the curtains even to see but not to be seen.

shimmering in its whiteness the amubulance
attracts both the street light and our sight
'it's Jim' you say in a half knowing tone.
'we should go down he lives alone'

scooping up the nearest item of warmth
gathering our senses we drift downstairs.
the street is packed, half sleeping spectators
neck streched, mouths mouthing for news.

coaking open the half hanging gate we
enter the house for the first time, instantly
aware of the troubled life you hardly live.

a crowd of cups gathered next to the tattered
tassels of the foot of the armchair overflow
with over inhaled cigarettes, week old bread
dotted with mould crunches under our feet.

Through the gap of green legs under the avacodo
sink his bone sharp knees can be seen
'What type of medication does he take'
I'm sorry we have never spoken nor met.