THERE WILL BE SIRENS

the men in black coats
hoist their charge down icy steps
over the crunch of salt
as steam issues from their lips
beneath the privilege of this burden
on a blustery december morning.

the familiar tolls reverberate
throughout the silver lake
as the women drop off
their children at daycare
rushing to their hair appointments
and household chores.

ambulance sirens drown out the somber bell
as it rushes its sole passenger to clara mass

through their gloves the pallbearers
feel the vibration of a car's blaring cacophony
and think they feel teeth chattering.

chattering at the youth raring to get on the highway
to feel the exhilaration of life at 140 mph
driving himself to the same destination.

there will be sirens
and youths in black coats
and it will be christmas.

Reviews

[Unspoken poet]

your writes are so full of vivid imagery, This is so very well written. Love this write

[NeiL ArandA]

You write abstracts . You dont write what you think and see . You explain what you see in coded and abstract way .

[B.J]

Such deep words a descriptive creation

[paddy d daly]

I can see it all in my head, one of the meanings of poetry to me is painting pictures with words and for me
you have done that so well here.

[m.s.early]

this is one of those writes that makes me feel so many things at the same time that it is hard to write.

i see a funeral taking place. solemn. stoic. and in the background life goes on in people's lives that didn't know the deceased. including the recklessness of youth gaining another inch closer to senseless loss.

i quit counting the friends i loss to reckless driving and drunk driving accidents. it was entirely too common place when i was coming up. i nearly lost my own life and nearly caused the loss of a friend. so this poem really hit home with youth ready to hit the road at 140. i've been on the highway at 140.

i've been at funerals on christmas as well. death knows no respect to holy holidays.

[mikeb9183]

Really liked it. Great job man