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Siren Cryin'
She was Shreveport sitting on the front porch that warm February Louisiana evening When the cold, shrill code blue siren news slowly, solemnly serenade waltzed up the white marble steps The municipal, official flatline sympathy greeting was tear-tissue dryly issued with sterile responsibility denial Listening with deadened emotion, the tall, dark Cajun woman grew shorter ... as she began to bend lower and lower, into the nether bowels of bereavement Her Haitian hazel eyes softly showered late maternal fears down on the hard, bitter red clay And her knees were trembling in a gulf summer breeze, Magnolia tree swaying way She could hear the po-po siren song of her slain son’s departing voice calling out to her And she felt a caught crayfish moan rising up in her pain-stricken, brokenhearted bones Her ivory tusk memory would clearly recall a long time later, that it seems like she had cried a lifetime that mournful day And tho’ the tears have now slowly faded away, they always return weepy fast ... every time she hears the revolving bullet flash of the soul-cleaving siren blast
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