…
no, you are mistaking me for a siren
your clenched heart was itself musical
on the railway that always made you sick, all
i did was reach in your head, find the stone lion
and make him say a name, a name reminding
of other names. and your heart turned on like a jukebox
that turns on in darkness, singing pained findings
you had a homeward idea. too late now. i rocked
unsteady with you in me, formless yet, and new
one day you'll feel my aftermath, lost years
upon your skeleton, they rub away the sinew
from within, a grasping hand wet with tomorrow’s tears
still your rueful machine will deem the ache untrue
but i’m not a siren. i never tried to lure you home