My First City Siren surreal poem

My First City Siren

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my first city siren

came winging out of the night

like a god mouth howling

without a god head thinking

a brother sister hurting

the red flashed like the sweetest 

sugar crackle

sweet haze

of confusion

that struck me so

in my lofty vision

but I lived near a hospital

and the god ear shriveled 

up on the godhead god

all the old gods

are sick and 

silent 

here

the illusion of heaven

are crickets in the field

are toads in the pond

a choir of the first 

songs

my first city siren was so young a voice

bouncing off the brick and mortar

born

I fear it might become

an old song

one day

and a new voice

beyond 

rises

in 

it's

pain

but whatever 

head that is 

god

you might be

throw it back

all unhinged 

and raw

the first city siren

that rips through your

dark mind

windows

flashed

illuminating

the chirp

and hum

of the field

glowing

radiating

incandescent 

our voice knows 

no words

for such

pain

our footsteps crush

the choir

so sympathetic

to our

journey 

but 

tread lightly

for

past the

crushed and crashed

silence

of our 

quaking hands

and restless feet

the still

earth 

reveals 

the gnaw of worms

in the earth

that is

our bodies

without sound

my first city siren

passed my by

an ache

in my

godhead

god

an ache

under

the 

fedora hat

a halo i so

remove

from my ears

in the meadow

of false heaven

the ground still

eats away

beyond

beyond

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