“Siren Song” you've been warned know where they live across open sea know which sharp craggy rocks they perch upon snaring sailors on their deadly shore cracking the bones of sea-faring men cleaning their flesh from teeth stained by a thousand extinctions, they sing music of the spheres to lure and leech the lives of enamored audiophiles choose another route sail from those soul-sucking succubi their heavenly voices and sanguine incisors stuff your ears with wax or blast Bach through headphones to cancel out their carrion call better to cast eardrums into the Western sea than drown yourself in black oblivion who would not be tempted by them, to hear the complementary notes of creation and destruction? the voice of god vibrates in the music of spheres spinning through the void as well as the whisper of autumn breezes each shimmering fish in the sea. no need to risk all when beauty’s before you. resist the temptation danger loses its allure when you’re a corpse: dead is dead. sex and danger cancel each other when sunk within deep ocean graves and yet some things are worth dying for, but for some a simple mutilation will suffice, or maybe something less like--a pounding head, --an eardrum busted by noise-canceling BOSE, and an enormous credit card bill # *inspired by the following tweet by @sentantiq at 6:59am May 13, 2021
“Someone might escape the beautiful bewitchment of Homer’s Sirens by not starting at all, by stuffing wax in his ears, or by turning in some other direction.” #Eustathius
*common sense disclaimer: I am not disparaging BOSE earpieces, just commenting in the poem that blasting music too loud (to cancel out outside noise) through any earpiece could damage your ears.
*note: I am no longer using twitter for ethical reasons (link), but this prompt was written earlier, before I left the platform.