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
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