City of Sirens

I slept once, in a city of sirens.

Red light:

Hold still.

Blue Light:

Make noise as you go.

I don't know the causes:

Crime, fire, pain,

Death.

I wanted to open the window

And whisper into the night,

Speak to the city:

"Why are you so restless?

What ails you?"

She says:

I am a city crafted from carcasses;

My pages are written in plagues,

In curses,

In bones.

I carry the weight of fallen souls

And the heft of those who yet live.

I am weight down but voiceless,

So the sirens cry for me:

Pain, they say,

Evil, they wail.

But I say I am tired,

So, sleep.