Sea siren

Sea siren

An open window is a poems charity

Where a lamppost is lit in the mist of dark

Where death lurks like oily green slicks

On seas, where dead flesh dissolves,

Congeals disintegrates,

I desire, I take I drink

And pour out my laughter

I refuse to cry…as the night with its rain

Washes another soul into ever thirsty seas

On shore their loved ones cry out their names

A trawler wind's in its net

salt water and debri pours through its holes

Another night of arduous toil

With no one to blame but God.

an open window is a poems charity

echoing the lost

another sea tale to be told

of a monster who has no heart