I am a siren,
chained to the shores and awaiting the calls
of washed-up and wounded creatures.
Hiding beneath the surface of the limitless sea,
I tried to close my eyes, lie down on the ocean floor
with the lifeless and the lightless that litter it.
But my eyes caught the flicker from the surface
and I saw my frail hand further reach out.
The final flailing of drowning strangers
with their wails that emanated from deep within.
Strangers with their foreign tongues,
all I can do is imitate their cries.
They heard it, the hollow sound so like their own
and they swam with such speed towards me.
People they once knew no longer recognized them,
as if they became ghosts bearing new shells.
And they said it was because of a siren
who saw the staring blank eyes,
who heard the lifeless lament of man,
who reached out and brought them back to shore.