sirens

The ocean speaks to me
She sings, actually
Listen close and you’ll hear the Sirens.
Between the waves,
Ricocheting off scattered shells.
Legend has it sailors were seduced by the sounds, sightlessly seeking the source of such serenity. Alas, only breeding their demise in a crash.

I believe
it’s naive to view man so feeble,
and tasteless to view woman so debauched.
I believe
the cacoethes begot by the sirens dives deeper than the patriarchal view of beauty.
In their song I hear my fathers past voice. Young, strong, happy - I hear his love.
I hear myself, swimming by his feet, hanging on to his hand as the waves pull me out to sea just before they—
crash.