Three times three sirens

Calliope
Clio
Erato
Euterpe
Melpomone
Polyhymnia
Thalia
Terpsichore
Urania

Clio

I will never / imagine anything / anymore!
Here I abandon / the romantic / quest
I've had enough / existential / unrest
It's time to / let the body / soar.

Here's to the bones / softened into / cheese
Here's to the muscles // too tough to chew
Here's to the skin crusting / over ulcerous / ooze
Here's to the woman // turning into crone.

let's see if all of / the chores have / been done
let's see if we have / a bottle / of wine
lets see if any / thing good / is on TV
If not let's go up / stairs and we can / fool around.

Here's to the bones / stiffened / into stone
Here's to the muscles // too weak to flex
Here's to the skin shedding / immemorial / scales
Here's to the woman // turning into crone.

Here's to your breath / disolving / into air
Here's to movement / slowing / slower / than a / pulse
Here's to that hard-earned / personality
Here's to the infant / turning into death.

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