Aches Of Mermen Poem by Naveed Akram

I am one of the aching mermen,
Living within the certain cities undersea;
The saddest part cried and died
Before victory bit and lit the season.
I was undersea, for all time,
A watcher of this glen smiled at me,
To explain why my tears sat with heat.
"Those tears, " he says, "are smaller gems,
Lick them yourself and don't digest
The meaning of their splendour."

I was aching as an ancient merman,
Tears profusely followed,
Since the meanings were lost,
And then hundreds of years elapsed
Before the memories collapsed.
My tears had grown still
With the waters that shivered.
My heated moments meant mermen
Dissolved with the sea and all the rest.