Seirenes

Raisins fell out of her throat
I caught them in the aftershock
And while we were still remembering
The twilight stole them away

I used to walk on dark beaches
My feet would sink in deep
And I wouldn't feel so transparent

Someone once shot the old goat
All mildew and iron locks
She left the ground for trembling
Clicked like the sail's mainstay

Violent winds used to stir up the leaches
I could hear them in my sleep
Their scratchings were so apparent

My giver wore a seed covered coat
In tangles as bloodstreams in stocks
Blue diamonds relieved fervent lumbering
Tied at the mouth of the bay

Oak beams collapsed upon her beseeches
Woke up that night to the counselor's weep
We gave up the case too acquiescent