Doppler Effect

The ambulance.
red lights pour like syrup over our street.
Sirens.
The vehicle of death propulsion
Is streaking past.

The Doppler Effect
holds me in waves
which are both compressions and rarefactions
tricking my timpanic membranes.

Caught in the loudest moment of the swell
Like the point of impact in a wet slap.
Transfixed by the speeding fridge.

Outrunning the grim shadow.
Racing to further prosperity
Is that what you're doing?

Kerbside, everything has changed
many years have passed here while I was
accomodated into an independent system of time and weather
rippling through the continuum.

The carrier flees.
Stealing one more minute
one more hour
one more day
and the wailing of death's fugitive hits you dead centre.