I like the siren as a audio-trigger for worry or doom. But the poet takes us instead to familial guilt first, with no expressed link. We are then looped around to empathy for those roasting, which again finds no traction from the guilt stanza. To my mind, the meaning of Siren falls flat as a consequence.

And where are the poetic devices to create the wail in the mind's ear?

I like the siren as a audio-trigger for worry or doom. But the poet takes us instead to familial guilt first, with no expressed link.

SG, if you re-read the second line, you'll note that Breslin didn't say "worry and doom," you did. What he said was "a human voice full of pain and anger" -- which is illustrated in the next several situaltions that he remembers or imagines.

And where are the poetic devices to create the wail in the mind's ear?

See also the second line.

a human voice full of pain and anger:

This doesn't create anything in my mind's ear: it tells me what should be there. So far my problem with this poem is: it doesn't invoke, evoke or provoke; it tells me what to think. It doesn't show, it tells. Emphasis on the so far.