SIREN SONG

There's something about the sound of a siren, be it ambulance or police car, that chills the blood in much the same way as the fabled shriek of the banshee is said to do in rural Ireland. 
It reminds me of the fragile hold we have on life, on our mortality.

MEMENTO MORI
An ambulance howls like a hurt cat;
parts traffic as Moses did the waves.
Worms burrow in awaiting graves.
A police car buzzes like a gnat.

Stuck in a jam of steaming cars,
I contemplate how life transforms
in moments. How they wait, those worms,
so patiently, for us, for ours.