Sirens

I'm continuing my mythology series.  The Sirens sang beautifully and lured ships onto the rocks surrounding their isle.  They are pictures different ways by different authors, as beautiful women or as monstrous birds with human heads.  I chose the latter for this poem and wondered what it felt like to be them.

     Sirens

We sing our lonely song
to bring us the company
we crave, but when a ship
comes too close, it wrecks
upon the same rocks that keep
us from leaving this barren isle.

(Yes, we may be part bird,
but we cannot fly as far
as what we long for.)

We are left with nothing
but corpses to feed our hunger -
or survivors too battered
to be lovers. If only one,
would look at our womanly faces
and not our vulture bodies,
then sing with us instead of scream,
we would eat some other meat
and live in harmony.

But the only other sounds
we know is the lapping
of waves
and the screech
of gulls
who gather round till our
feast is finished and we must
sing our song again.