Sirens Poem

Sirens Poem

 Sirens Poem

I grow old I grow old

I shall wear my trousers rolled*

Wear them rolled

walk upon the beach and that mermaid you hear

is your wife

calling across the ocean

darling

darling

darling

why did you leave me

did I embarrass you in front of

your friends as you

spoke of the Greek gods?

 

These are the sirens we all hear my

friend but you

knew why they called and

maybe

there never were sirens,

only life

only guilt

and life itself

calling

calling

calling

come sailor unleash yourself from the boat

do not fear the wind, the waves

come

come

come to us

 

can you not see us,

our long thin arms waving in the wind,

our hair blowing behind us

come to us

 

 

by david michael jackson

 

*Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock, T. S. Eliot

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