Red giant,
bethel bound iron cast.
Old warrior displays
wounded ferrous streaks.
Goose bumps and
barnacles pattern her skin.
Paint layered and blistered.
A corruption of iron,
sea salts and gale’s force.
Plates flex at rivet and weld.
Song of the makers,
scar lit by electric arc.
Below the plimsoll,
in salty abyss.
A murk this
doom, clocked by
dark waters.
Spit out stormy seas.
Seek a sheltered bay
while there’s still
time, to make bed safe
from salted tongues.
If so fated this capsized
Mars will descend.
Passing from these times.
Red and rust and dead.
©️ Dai Fry 27th February 2020.