Doxa 7: At the Shipyards

Head west from here and notice

as you go the blackberry vines

coiled with barbed wire throughout

the chain-link fence along the shipyard,

the one so supple and pure,

the other as fangs. Follow

this dreadful double helix

past the net sheds and taprooms

with their corrugated roofs

to the high bridge that spans

the canal, and here stop

to see: how rust eats at the hulls

of a hundred boats tied to

wooden docks and racked with wind.