Elegy for Sirena

They are sharpening the old knives for you
And bringing out the cauldrons.
Old ways we had thought buried
In a new sea of possibilities.
Petting giants-eye to eye with infinity,
And the birth of a new relationship
Between the wisest and the cruelest.

They danced on your carcass-the horror the horror
They danced on your carcass-the horror the horror

What dreams in your mind as you swam towards the light?
What tastes in your mouth floating weightless in the dawn?
What memories of us propelled you forward?
To greet the madness lying in wait.

They laughed and shouted-the horror the horror
They laughed and shouted-the horror the horror

They are drowning your body in salsa, Tabasco, and vinegar
(The old ways? I think not).
Soon you will grace the plates of the patriarchs-
Smothered in wasabi, wrapped in sushimi and laying atop rice.
Paid for with plastic, plastic cars-plastic toys-plastic keyboards,
Plastic rings from the six-packs that the hunters bought to honor
Your immortal/immoral sacrifice.

They need the money to buy more junk food-the horror the horror
They need the money to buy more junk food-the horror the horror

Could it be
That you swam to your destiny
With a lighter heart than mine.
A sacrifice of awareness
To wake a blood soaked world
Lost in Technicolor dreams
Money making schemes and
The nightly horror report.

Take me with you Sirena, away from-the horror the horror
Take me with you Sirena, away from-the horror the horror.


by Michael T. Yezbick

© 1999 Michael T. Yezbick
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