• A Siren sings
    for her sailor to come
    to feed her dying need

    She sits on a rock
    coral in her hair
    voice carrying out
    over the waves
    Hands reach
    gripping for hope
    but always
    falling short

    Her sailor sits
    on his battered cot
    a song eternally
    in his head
    One he heard
    many years ago
    when his shipmates
    all fell dead

    A Siren sings
    but no sailors come
    The Siren dies alone