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Ekphrasis
Sad inverted siren thing,
beached
and lying helpless on
deserted sand,
wave lorn,
and gulping bootless air,
the scalloped triangle there
above your legs
now smelling
monthly womanish,
what man would swim to you?
You cannot be
one of the three
the harried wanderer
Odysseus
once lashed himself to hear.
He would not ever wish
to set his gaze on you
And you,
half fish
with gaping mouth of bone,
have no lips to shape around
a song.
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