The Feast (Stanza Thirteen)

They throw me back -

to the feast,

my fisherman,

foam.

The Feast (Stanza Twelve)

The captain shakes his head.

"This siren," he says,

"is undersize."

The Feast (Stanza Eleven)

I am fetched up in the net

of the trawler returning home.

The Feast (Stanza Ten)

He is snagged by the arms of the sea.

The Feast (Stanza Nine)

The road to sunrise is paved

with mermaid purses,

sand,

lost sinkers,

stranded shells.