Poetry Corner

I've been lax with my posting lately, including posting my lame-o poems. So here comes a few in a row.
Assignment: Copy the meter of another poem and create your own piece.

Poem I imitated:

Question
by May Swenson

Body my house
my horse my hound
what will I do
when you are fallen

Where will I sleep
How will I ride
What will I hunt

Where can I go
without my mount
all eager and quick
How will I know
in thicket ahead
is danger or treasure
when Body my good
bright dog is dead

How will it be
to lie in the sky

without roof or door
and wind for an eye

With cloud for shift
how will I hide?


Mine:

Sirens

Building of sand
of only air
stones grind to ash
beneath a whisper

How do you stand
Why don't you cave
When will you fall

How many lives
will you take claim
collecting their souls
Your fateful collapse
is drawing us near
is pulling us further
You building of sand
are not my home