Sirens

(Sirens are mythical creatures of the Ancient Greek world. The three bird-women lived on a flowery island surrounded by rocks and cliffs. When they sung, their voices lured sailors to their island leading to shipwreck and the Sirens eating their bodies)

Back then, we were Sirens.
We were angels of the sea and devils to the seamen with
Our perfect voices and
Our feathered figures.

Sailors would willingly let the sea take control of their sails until
Their ships inevitably crashed into our jagged rocky shores.
Our part was to merely collect
Our fresh feast.

Sailors knew we were there and would go to great measures to
Steer clear of us, as some would clog their ears with wax to avoid
Our sinful ways and
Our Flowering fields.

Today, I’m a Siren.
I wander the streets and roam the diners always surrounded by workers who cannot hear
My croaky voice because of
My silenced sound.

Workers obediently let their diaries take control of their lives until
Their bodies inevitably work into a shallow pit of loneliness.
My part is to talk for
My suffering soul.

Workers know I am here and go to great lengths to find me, as some
Become ill from their constant connection to the world; they search for
My helpful guidance and
My silenced sound.