Sirens

[magmagpoetry]

At eight o’clock a din sounds out,
signifying our need to win.
Car horns and fervent palms
disrupt the sterile calm.

A discord to drown 
out its fatal silence,
and its blatant disregard
of the rhythms of human life.
Dissonant sirens
ensure that we cannot forget.

even for a moment

A beery domestic scene interrupted.
Dissonant sirens:
fear spreads faster than a virus,
a mind killer slithering
across the dunes of London. 

The sun never reaches my window,
leaves my bedsheets cold.
Night transforms
my bed into sticky linen.
Latent cause and effect.
So easy to forget.
Before a siren shoulders
through the quiet 
again