Oil - Gary Snyder

[Larry Robinson]

Oil

soft rainsqualls on the swells
south of the Bonins, late at night. Light
from the empty mess-hall
throws back bulky shadows
of winch and fairlead
over the slanting fantail where I stand.
but for men on watch in the engine room,
the man at the wheel, the lookout in the bow,
the crew sleeps. In cots on deck
or narrow iron bunks down drumming
passageways below.
The ship burns with a furnace heart
steam veins and copper nerves
quivers and slightly twists and always goes –
easy roll of the hull and deep
vibration of the turbine underfoot.
baring what all these
crazed, hooked nations need:
steel plates and
long injections of pure oil.

	- Gary Snyder

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