Ripples in the fabric

The first siren of the day
passes me by on the way
to the second siren of the day,

this is not the place for quiet reflection.

they’re now performing autopsies on countries!

All is lost
Venice is sunk
Rome has fallen
Nero is drunk,

no use in feeling sorry for ourselves
no one likes a
winner,
whiner,
two timer or a
three time loser,

Another siren
but who is it warning?
it’s not even seven in
the morning,

this is not the place for quiet reflection.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.