And Then It’s on to Something Else

Sirens in a small town
Pushed through the predawn dark,
Sudden, loud, and then gone

Like a human life, like
Human life, all in all,
An unexpected noise,

Disruptive and maybe
Exciting, probably
Tragic, then nothing much.

Insects pinged against lights,
And long clouds like bones
Slid by the crescent moon

That shaped your ancestors
In no small part, noiseless
Attractor in the dark.