The Sirens Poem by E.J. Langley

The sirens sing to each other in the street
from asphalt to ambush
they echo the cry of the fallen soldier

Dragging the wounded from the streets
they race to quell the war
the crazy time

By dawn they will collapse
Exhausted
and sleep the restless sleep of mothers

Then

Under cover of darkness

The pilots will fly again

And angry drunken locomotives will collide in the night
with swollen fists and broken glass

While the sirens

Sombre

Wait