How far back
has this ship come?
Only half-
way from Erebus by the
shivering timbers
still acrid with smoke,
the prow’s sharp beak,
and that torn strip
milled from char
and shiny on an only-just-begun
to heal flank
the ribcage
speared by deep voltage
while crossing an ocean
then hauled back
hand over hand to burst
through, icebreaker
between worlds.
Only a wound that deep could reach
through cracks of fire
and time to find
the new grain underneath.