Siren's Call

A rotting corpse
moves across the sand
with ivory legs
and graceful hands.

The voice that echoes
across the sea
is a voice that calls
to men on land.

She floats on air
and steps on wings.
When they come flocking
the smell of death clings.

She calls to them sweetly
and they catch hints of lust,
while a siren sings:
a woman of dust.