A tired ship lists at anchor
Each sinew of timber twists to stretch
Wind rips and tries to tear her down
While rigging whips to resist.
Jib peers, mast bends to glance to
Harbor where a drunken crew revels.
Each deck board creaks as the body
Nearly breaks beneath her weight
Salt leaves a sore sheen below
Where barnacles feast
Where waves lick aching planks
Where the body bathes to rest.