she sees: shimmering grandeur
from wealthy men
spear-handed-aren’t they always?-
in ancient loin clothes,
driving oversized SUVs on sand streets
paved cement conquers desert dunes.
the distance not important,
she walks: light years to Tibetan temples,
sleeps with monks,
but silence is suffocating.
so, drowning under ocean blue she
flies with fish,
resilient and net-worth uncaught,
loyal to their tangled and swelling friend.
“A mermaid, a mermaid”
Australian men ring out, but alas,
she is not more than a bloated corpse,
plebeian-scales attached from eating her legs