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Working in the belly,
Of a haze grey beast,
Tending the engines,
Throughout their enormous feast.

I sweat in the heat,
As the engines scream nearby,
In this man-made iron hell,
It reminds me of a banshees cry.

I’m surrounded by arteries and veins,
A maze of valves and pipes,
Every one of them is vital,

To carry fluids of many types.

Running the Navy is the job,
Of myself and my peers,
Providing power to the ship,
We are Naval engineers.