Sirens in Captivity

Terebra turritella

In acid waters long overdue, the siren contemplates what boils behind her
In the waterworks, building up in scales and furs, and instilled in the affected eye--
Further deprived of the choice, from the dark water, she salvages the industry

Marks on a page, mulberry stain. Meanwhile flatfish perceptibly bend the sea bed.

In the waterworks, building up in scales and furs, and instilled in the affected eye--
Compelled to field work, she finds the regenerated tail is never as nice as the original.

Mean meal to the eyes, she thinks of the murky ink, though soil carries it away, to her bed
To dream--After the banquet, like silk moths baked in a precious cocoon before a chewed escape.

Compelled to field work, she finds her regenerated tail, although it is never as nice as the original,
Pulls at a fiber of solutions, which are then noted by a pair of turreted eyes extending in all directions

To dream during the banquet and float about as fine among the dismembering maws, eschewed escape,

Granted this formal escape from sludge on the ocean floor. You see, all is discharged, ultimately, to the sea.

Pulling at the fibers of potential answers, she thinks with a pair of turreted eyes extending in all directions

Seeing through places--established vines or holdfasts--a terrain rebounds by the then-known methods,
Her questions are granted a formal escape from sludge on the ocean floor. Carried to the sea bottom
To the supplies of copper banding the green oyster. This fluency in my chest, she cannot suffocate it

Purple in a flame tip, frill extended, facing the trench base--a terrain refound by methods then known
Small wonder that the tongue, in acid waters long overdue, the siren boils under what is beneath her
Spine-columned invertebrate fluxes around a soft body, where this fluency, she cannot suffocate it,
Further deprives her of the choice. Away from dark water, murex, mulberry, she salvages the industry.