Sailor Song

Between the white rocks and the dead sea, lay 

the Mermaid. She lay there through Water and Time. She was there when

the Pirates danced, She was there when the Sailors drowned. Everyday,

She watched the sun-burnt Sun sink into a tossing heap of turquoise, quietly,

restfully. The wind was always salty, often

sighing. She  never really reached a sigh. Her thing was to.. watch.

And when the blackness of the night floated in to fix her 

purple fins, she sang of the Sailor who wouldn't be Saved.

Pirates plunder people, Sailors often do that to Mermaids.

They do that to Mermaids before they drown themselves with the

sinking Sun, quietly,

restfully.

So the Mermaid watched. Through Water and Time, She

only just watched. But

if the white rocks were a little more alive, they'd have heard

a sighless Song soar up from her seafoamed lips. The lips that

were never known to speak,

sang

strange

songs.

Still,

Sailors don't Listen.

Mermaids don't Speak.

One Drowns and the other Sings.

One Drowns as the other

Sings ...