Have you an appetite for dessert?

Manhattan's a ship

A city of waves

My heart is beneath it

For I dug many graves

So now I’m a relic

For the well behaved

To lose all their access

To the battered slaves

Who are linked by iron

Cold, famished chains

The one up they have

Is their blistering strength

Festering like fruit, 

Torched

Adorned

In sorbet