His Sirens Call

His Sirens Call
Part 1
Sea-shells, like a phone, are heard upon the ear
and like a ring it calls, and like a voice it speaks-
utters a song – an enchanted echo;
hope be what it dwells,
as you feel the tide – sense the currents – grasp the rip –
the whirlpool – the strength of leave no one behind,
as the Ocean hollers, “Coo-ee”,
hence here I aboard the escalator – the tug of life beyond.

Barnacles snap at my seal-feet –
Chinese plastic and worn;
scavenger’s hover, scatter, dart – waiting,
but ye have nothing for those that expect;
I am one of those – not prepared for a snarl,
as the Ocean spits curses at my eyes,
blind and salty, respect I must –
for a single howl of his might is all that is needed –
to send ye into the kennel with the fish;
so it is here and now that I slip forth within his embrace –
I succumb.

Skin of coffee no more,
as mint en-flavours every cell;
ripe is the hour – I stream forth,
motion the boiler fizzles my wear –  no longer chilled,
now I dare –
forth into curious substance below –
a world of colour, future yet a past,
pristine over prestige, glory over glamour – true riches of the deep;
had I answered the call?

Like an eagle-ray I glided along –
past reef, through weed I did not stop until
I obtained the “moment” – so seraphic,
the photographers fantasy – the feed of life,
small devoured the tiny – the large the small,
turtles crunched, garfish sprawled,
as I followed the pattern further out, so far/so far



Past the sea-chains I travelled,
a mile or two, not quite alone but almost so,
here be the pinnacle –
the final chaser – a dolphin – no a pod;
creatures of joy – worry-not free,
but if only life would always be,
as these were simply part of that rope –
the one that decides fate –
the designers knife;
so who was the real flame –
the lighters ignite?

Expect is what I had done,
disregarded his snarl;
a feeling of guilt surged my pump,
I had no right – I had no breath (what’s this) –
NO BREATH – it was a shock, a cosmic punch
my inner cave crumbled – broken – broken – broken –
a test, pain – the prowler of his majesty –
the punisher – TIGER… TIGeeer

Glazed irises glared – a tail away,
but it had only tested, would it return?
Indeed it would as it started to gyrate,
preparing for slaughter – me that is,
like a lamb before an alter – not a chance I had;
I was the sacrifice, the spark,
the chosen source;
time had come, death was here,
if only I had not… not… not INSULTED.

Many Tantō approach –
yet with little honour for whence I shall die,
my spirit calls… thrice then two times more,
I have been answered –
the messenger of his approaches;
coral darkens imperfection, currents swirl aimlessly –
for she that comes entices all, none can surpass her omnipotent presence,
for she be the Siren, Queen of the sea, devourer of many men – as legend goes.



Her song of might rings aloud,
every fish, every mammal scatters in fright –
but I too weak injured and breathless,
feel her voice vibrate against deaths labyrinth –
as deeper and deeper I sink into the claws of the abyss –
I shan’t see life, my time has come!

MY TIME HAS COME!
Glow upon her pearlistic eyes fade,
I choke a final time – life seeps away;
thick smog entombs the shards of knowledge –
blurry factual fantasies are all…
I – do – not – know -
gone be the feeling of ill  thought and pain,
death a blessing, a blessing, blessing;
sing.

Perfection I glimpsed – the eternal plane;
but my time had not come as the path was washed away,
he wanted me, needed me, had a plan for me,
I was to come forth once more – different but whole; so…
hence I found silk  cradling my lips –
wet but lukewarm, a chime of a new dawn –
I had awaken/reborn – her angelic kiss.

Plastic departed, scales took place,
a lung no more, I felt new breath –
eyes now hollow to the impound of salt,
with strength abounding;
I knew my world was not as it was,
for now I had become different to men,
not quite a fish-
I was neither (I knew) – yet both,
a hybrid of his own, a creation of hers;
now the curse of immortal guard had been entwined in me,
it had always been my call.


Part 2

No longer the sound of a shell is a call,
for connection to his voice pales that of any sense;
I feel his angst against the terrors,
the pain that swells upon his knees –
as he crouches to the horror of disease – crying;
mercy he gives too much, for the world does not deserve;
who respects him anymore?

Within the respect of he,
closer I am to that of the rope;
each species accepts me – fear I have not of his kingdom,
but yet a new fear has arisen,
one of utter dismay;
for a horrid beast from far above,
scorches every grain of sand,
absorbs life – oxygen – the purity of the sea;
ravishing torture – a slow death, but a demise all the same.

Further I travel to a once prosperous sea;
I cringe at destruction, nets –  grasping the floor,
pulling life into a bundle that chokes;
seeing this I rapid away, to come to a place with numerous fish;
here it is where my wrath wants to strike as I encounter the nets scoop up all the living,
“FISHERMEN!!!” I scream – “it’s never enough, their treacherous greed!”
I curse but know it is not yet time;
a storm shall cause these poachers to flee.

Now I find the disease,
the polluted state of carelessly treated seas;
pods of close mates choke and cough,
plastic, metal, rubber, oil, sewage –
“careless fool’s do they not see?” I ask myself vociferate;
as even I do not have power to re-impure the bloodied waters,
scarred and desolate of soul,
for a messenger I am, saving some is possible,
but this like a freight train screaming down the track,
where only one force can stop it,
that of the driver.



Where I go I see new, first the nets – then the disease,
peace I searched, which I did find for a limited period;
whales breaching, singing, playing, ENORMOUS fun…
but for all the serenity that had poured,
something larger exploded into a roar,
WHALERS of mindless killing broke forth,
blood and blubber who can tell, as one after another is expelled;
“What could I do?” – Nothing – like the finless sharks;
he was showing me life, showing me death, showing me the pain.

Watching scientist study my world, tagging –
searching for secrets,
I thought they did right, but then they saw me;
No clue I had, as I was shot with a tag myself;
marked beyond knowledge, they had found something else,
I was the new prey, they the predator;
was my call to the ocean only slight,
to bring forth the knowledge to those that could help?

I did not know, but these scientist hunted me down;
as inquisitive as I am, I watched them tag dolphins from a distance,
but what I did not know was the true purpose –
a hunger, desperate hunger, greed for the greatest find of all:
me
It hit me in the chest, three foot below my neck;
sparkle across the ocean started to blur –
realization I knew I had one last hope;
Siren I called through my spirit once more.

Last thing I recall is the gasp of humans;
my hand being pulled under, then
that smooth texture met my lips for a second time –
the kiss of oceans life – but this time different,
for a second revival/kiss is the a unity as two become whole;
embraced I was now by the Siren, with an eternal bond –
more than love, one that no mere mortal can understand;
our souls fused as death even be one.





Now as one we sound the Oceans call,
for today we fight a battle to his will –
no more shall we observe harrowing death;
hence it is here that we commence the first strike,
we lift the oceans, hurricanes of anger;
charging we send them to the apex of all –
greed-sickened whalers, heartless shark-finners, notorious fishermen,
we may take lives – but they took ours;
JUSTICE we say JUSTICE we act –
if they have rights – we do too.

In a time before the industrial age –
it was our kind that guarded the ocean,
the great leviathan, kraken – only a few;
used to balance his great scales;
sleeping these creatures have been far too long away,
but now the liquid world of the deep is ready for the new age –
the age of rebellion against the never-turning tide.

Stealth be our priority, as legend must stay legend;
for the humans hunt the real,
therefore we send forth our attacks to only those that are too savage;
never bringing notice to the myth that we muster,
rusted ships may engrave areas of our sea,
but now the a renewed respect is surging forth –
as fear starts to strike those who don’t care, who are not aware, that the Ocean is alive, and weary of treachery.

The call is there, listen to the shell –
it knows what you do not,
understand the cry it breaths into your ear,
for the Ocean calls all;
it wants piece – to heal,
let it be,
it is not cruel to those that show respect –
but death awaits those that lose sight and expect…
be AWARE – I AWAIT…