She is condemned; shackled to the shore
by chains of chanting men who pour
their strength into rope, etching their hands
as they tauten cables and lean into the land.
Her entrails lie exposed and broken on the beach
picked over by the poor as the metal breaches
and sparks arc through leaking gas and oil
residues create a stage set of putrid spoil.
Bellerophon, brought low with age awaits
the acetylene scalpels scoring her nameplate.
Howls as rat-like men scramble within her womb,
pulling, pushing and straining to exhume
her engines and ingenious man-made heart.
Voyeurs, we watch as she is pulled apart
and left as carrion by a disempowered man
with a job for life, however short that span.