Aaron Poochigian: Good Morning, Night

First a gunshot then the sirens
murdering sleep at three a.m.

Beyond the sill an urban gulf
and fear greater than for oneself.

There is no war of us and them
in the eternal Barrio,

only a desperate status quo.
Worse, after all that noise, the silence.

This poem appeared in https://aquietcourage.wordpress.com/2016/07/16/good-morning-night/