The screws and springs
Are all loosening

Says the engineer

A moving sea
Of oozing grease

Drowns us
Drowns us

Leaving on the engine room light he finds
Stowaways Stowaways
Leaving on the engine room light
It shines
No one no one
In this place

Meanwhile I hid
Was moving in silence
Noticed a turbine
And watched from behind it

“Oil drum oil drums!”
“There’s a boy among
These mechanisms!”
Says the piston and
The boiler pump
“O you blow steam
Through your old cheap metal!
Yes you, you overgrown teakettle.
It’s always something banging
Your clank trap.”
Angrily exclaimed the crankshaft.
“Shhhhh, I hear something.”
The engineer coming closer
So I took off scared running.

“O no you don’t,
you’re paying a visit to the boss.”

Overdrive on each crankshaft
And slide valve’s black exhaust
Pressure gauges crack
And gears were giant cogs

It was warming up