Phones Ringing

It was 10 am when he got to his house
Heard the door open mid waffle
In his kid's mouth
Then his family's at the table
Gathered in a group hug
His wife's crying as she held them
Tightly with a true love
He shook his head a couple
Times with his mouth tight
Thinking 'bout the worst thing
He'd ever seen, it's not right
Seem like yesterday was forever ago
Them sirens singing
He'll always remember when those
Phones were ringing

Broken glass everywhere
Gun powder in the nightclub air
Glass shattered like hopes and dreams
As the disco ball spun a shard with gleam
Blood thick like mud
Metallic copper how the smell tasted
Body after body and the
Congregations of shell casings
Pine glass fresh drinks all
Shattered on the floor
A bunch of lasers hit his uniform
As he stepped through the door
But the sound, the sound was the worst
It wasn't silent like one might
Have expected at first
Nobody was talking, speakers buzzing
Electronic whispers
All he heard were phones ringing
Frightened sisters
Fathers, mothers, brothers, lovers
Significant others
Brains on the dance floor
The tiles all covered
But the cell phones glowing and
The pockets still calling
Seen so many crime scenes
But this one was appalling
The horrid smell hit his throat
It made him nearly vomit
The moment that he saw it
Wished that he had never saw it
The TV still was on years later
He'd still remember how that TV still was on
The ringtone cacophony, the requiem
The love song boot prints in the blood swamp
These memories still do linger
As he reached down with two
Fingers to check a pulse
And right as his fingers touched her neck
The phone went off