"Lullaby for Emergencies" by Jennifer Bradpiece
Lullaby for Emergencies
A siren splits the night
like a diver unfolds through water
in a still pond.
Like no siren ever divided silence before.
Like the drink in my hand tickles my throat
and scatters my thoughts, like a shooter marble.
Below me, little things grow
between concrete slabs
despite everything.
Sad potted plants dangle off
loft windowsills.
Some reach a vine upwards
in vain. Others shrug in despair.
From somewhere up above me,
the siren cries out:
one sharp glowing ring-shaped punch
to the straight slate line of night sky.
Photo Credit: Weichun Chen