Sirens Sing by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozabal

Sirens sing.
They sing
at midnight;
sea ballads,
sad and cold.
Toneless,
formless,
there is no
hope in
these songs.
Spirit songs
on these waves
the old
sirens, sing
so low.
They look
for blood.
I do not
know why.

Born in Mexico, Luis lives in California and works in Los Angeles. His latest poetry book, Make the Water Laugh, was published by Rogue Wolf Press. His poetry has appeared in Blue Collar Review, Kendra Steiner Editions, Mad Swirl, Unlikely Stories, and Venus in Scorpio Poetry E-Zine.