four ambulances found their way here
all siren like
the wailing is strangely familiar.
almost like the way I’ve been found
dashing through the snow
looking for refuge
shouting for attention
trying to clear a path of forewarning.
if the people being rushed to assistance
are to die
is it a sign of things to come for me,
the fading away of this soul?
or are things not nearly as dreary
and is a rescue mission unfolding
to a hospice?