Sirens by Caroline McCann
- Eidolon Magazine
- May 6
- 1 min read
Somewhere in the silence I hear some sirens sing,
They skitter through the streets, they haunt and they ring
I sit here in the still in my bed in the dark
Wake up now, wake up; you’re late to the start.
I feel the fear ready as it raps on my sill
Get up kid, get moving, there are big shoes to fill
The fire is hungry; it builds and it builds,
It licks over the shotgun, safety on but it kills
It’s head of the house now but I won’t be fed
If I starve that’s alright; I might’ve been shot instead
I choke on the screams, smoke and mirrors in the dark.
Cracked reflections that show us what they think we are
A call comes from inside the house, the pain lasts
because nothing in this world hurts like a cut on broken glass.
While water is wasted and the cover is gone
If I squint into the flame it almost looks like red dawn
Tell me are we a phoenix or a funeral pyre,
Could we survive in the dark if we put out the fire?
I whisper to a lair, please don’t break my heart
Sirens thunder, I wonder why we still trust a spark.