Iron Fish - Jow Bates

Ironside aqua, rust speckled cancer, hectic, eclectic, frenetic and triptych.

"Fuck it."
The ship pealed in introspective discord as Yuri's steel-capped work boots met with the iron womb of the cetacean. Dull ringing echoed in on itself as the great adamantine whale moaned back at him. Titian mist exploded into the rain briefly and Yuri fell to the wet, concrete ground. He expelled an acrid cloud of vodka scented fog from his torn lungs and fumbled for a strip of matches. The white noise of rainfall continued over the whales dying chorus and Yuri covered his cigarette from the rain while striking the now sodden matches underneath his coat.

"Fuck it" He repeated to himself in a veined effort to convince the world he didn't care. He kicked an empty bottle into the unsettled sea and turned his gaze back to Tetyana, the great metal Orca swayed despondently on the oceanic currents. "She knew." Yuri thought to himself, drawing in on his cheap Ukrainian cigarette. He got up an staggered towards her vast iron belly, reaching out to touch the terracotta cancer that riddled her underside.

"Ah, Tetyana." His head slammed into her chest and Tetyana moaned another dull peal. Rust stained water streamed down Yuri's face and under his collar as cigarette smoke billowed up from between clenched teeth to further cloud his welling eyes.
Yuri slurred in drunken somber to the sea;

Sleep, Tetyana, my beautiful,
Bayushki bayu,
Quietly the moon is looking
Into your cradle.
I will tell you fairy tales
And sing you little songs,
But you must slumber, with your little eyes closed,
Bayushki bayu.