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