Siren Song by Leisel Brex

She whispers melancholy like

rolling fog from your kettle

Her spirit patters through an abyss

of horned wings

and blind feathers

Tumbling over heaps of salt grain knolls softened

with frankincense

and stardust

Nurturing roots—meandering through channels

of your arteries

curling up your windpipe

weaving a crown upon your spirals

of Neptune

Her song turns pages

on the binding of your rib cage

beaming out

towards the foils of humanity

with lightning and

handkerchiefs

to catch your sorrow while

stirring serenity with

her hush.