Emergency Head, Siren Mouth

Like a chariot of the gods
It raced through grim streets to a firm destination
So the house with dark squares was next
The dwelling place of a trickster deity
Waited for new arrivals

A comet on wheels halted near the place
Fire dissipating into the air
Creating for a few fleeting moments little stars to hang on to
They swung on the stars to the deity’s house
Slightly afraid of what they would see

Inside the great mansion
Emergency god was nursing a severe head wound
Leaking ambulance lights from his cranium and breathing siren sounds


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