(From 1986)
.
It screams a common wail
at night
while we in separate sleep
hear cries
of banshees calling for a mate
or
noon whistles – time for lunch
or
warnings of war
or
a bad opera
and
then we awaken
from our dreams
it’s someone else’s problem
we shrug our collective shoulders
and drift back
into the sleep
of apathy.
.
© 1986, 2013 Betty Hayes Albright