Robert Fernandez

Bring me home—
I am no more.
Not as the devil plumps
Red meat
Or the sirens sing,
And I am lost— 
             I am given over
             To their hearing.
             I am given over
             To their singing.
             The rock infects me.
             The smoke is packed
             Between fat and muscle.
             I am dead and the world
             Is dead to me.