Death Toll

City night is calling,
to one who never sleeps
It sounds o’er treetops; sirens blow
Another mother weeps

Empty arms embracing,
then clutch an empty heart
Night sounds – again the sirens wail
Another life departs

City night is tolling,
for we who never sleep
It sounds, and gunshots break a heart
Again, the city weeps

15 Comments

  1. Bob Mills says:

    You seem to be on fire at the moment Bill! Excellent poetry and classic supportive imagery.

    1. Cheers! I’m actually going through my file of discarded poems on the advice of my best friend (and muse). I guess I was just missing good advice before.

      1. Bob Mills says:

        This new connection seems to have revitalised you and this is so reflected in your recent posts! She is a good person for you and a true ‘Soul Mate’ I might venture to guess?

        1. I think so. We are really good together (most days). 🙂

          1. Bob Mills says:

            Whatever it is…It’s working

  2. Fear and death are part of life, they give us a kick up the ass and remind us to be present and near to who and what we love, no matter how turbulent the journey is. Sometimes that turbulence is just a headwind carrying you forward so that you get where you need to be. But arrival is just another transition, so enjoy the journey, enjoy the ride and learn to surf the currents of life.
    I love you.

    1. I’m praying your most recent headwind is over. I adore you.

      1. Te adoro también, con todo mi corazón.

  3. Ishaiya says:

    …and you’re right, “best friend” really does feel like a demotion.

    1. It’s not, however; that’s not all you are.

  4. Reblogged this on themortarandpestlelife and commented:
    Truth

    1. Thanks for the reblog. 🙂

  5. Chris Bronsk says:

    Fantastic post, Bill.

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