Out of the fog she chugs
Wheezing asthmatically into the surrounding haze through soot caked nostrils
Vapor condenses on cold steel skin
Iron plates slammed shut and joined with thick ribbons of weld
Rust pustules erupt through salt yellowed emulsion
Figures peer through brine scoured panes
At the dock now, she is lashed to the pier, her gaping maw offered up to the quayside
She disgorges a clattering stream of mechanical effluvium
It spills onto the cement in roiling metallic rivulets
Until, she wretches her last mouthful and sighs, exhausted
Then with no respite, she is force fed, held fast and stuffed
Gulping and swallowing the seemingly endless flow
She groans under the burden and sinks lower in the water
Until finally, fit to burst, she is released from her *******
She bobs languidly away from the dock
And slips back into the fog from whence she first emerged.
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 6:13 PM UTC