“Did you sound the alarm?”
In my ears, a wailing and a cry—
my body exhausted and dragging 
itself through the motions 
of preventing the end of the world, 
and you are standing on deck 
eyes a’shining,
you reach for my hand 
while I reach for the ropes,
“My love, do you hear it?
Do you too hear the siren?” 

By Heidi Turner