The grouting is caked in grime
The pipes are full of slime
And rust
Which bubbles up
From bottom to top
Steam heated
The terror splits hydrogen from oxygen
Like skin from flesh
Cracking, an elemental whip
But this is no place to swing a cat
Nor a space to bring a pussy
This is where I wash myself
In the Korean Bath-house
(This was written while working on a Korean Squid Trawler in Sub-Antarctic New Zealand)
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