The rocks
Are never hidden,
We just choose
Not to see them.

Dazzled by the beauty
Of the bare tit sirens,
We ride head-on
Into our fate.

Twisted bits
Of broken metal,
Mixed with bloody bones
Lay at their feet.

Their puzzled faces
Stare in awe at our folly.
“We try to warn you,
But you never turn back.”

They clean the mess,
And sing their warning songs.
We never listen,
And smash against the rocks.