Siren’s Lament
Rest now, O sirens
The prey has gone away
Another ship will sail in sight
On another day
Your song may well sing true
As old bones turn to grey
More men will step upon the shore
And sink into the clay
Remember too prison just
Remember too good hangman’s noose
Remember too fair burning pyre
Beautiful cauldron, sturdy cross
Sword and axe and rifle butt
Sheffield bayonet
Hot bare hands upon the throat
Sweet poison settling in the gut