sirens filled the train car of my dream,
waking me, turning it into a caboose.
upon waking, my eyes catch a light
from a host of emergency vehicles:
cop cars wail, ambulances complain,
the fire truck honks along, big red goose
that it is. so many. someone must be dead.
from what? it can’t be said yet. will you scour
the web, looking for forum posts to read
that explain why in these months of ours
the meaning of life seems like violence?