"Nearing again the Legendary Isle"

Nearing again the legendary isle

Where sirens sang and mariners were skinned,
We wonder now what was there to beguile
That such stout fellows left their bones behind.

Those chorus-girls are surely past their prime,

Voices grow shrill and paint is wearing thin,
Lips that sealed up the sense from gnawing time
Now beg the favour with a graveyard grin.

We have no flesh to spare and they cant bite,

Hunger and sweat have stripped us to the bone;
A skeleton crew toil upon the tide
And mock the theme-song meant to lure us on:

No need to stop the ears, avert the eyes

From purple rhetoric of evening skies.