Static Sea

No sirens in the hard sea,
Nothing could tempt.
The siren inside sings
Too sweet a song
Among the tides of blood and bile.
And among the stranger fluids,
Gelatinous and of myriad color.
Always, although unfortunately,
Most nutritious.

Maneater, maneater!
Where have you gone, maneater?
I stand before to feed you,
And yet I stand befooled.

I can hear your footsteps coming,
Maneater.
And you are, once more, too timid.

Jump into the magma,
And fall only onto stone?
That is not for me, maneater,
Will be annihilated.

-Nick Weller