Yesterday, we conducted a scientific operation
One volunteer’s self was melded to our ship’s metal railing
Upon visage recently-visited agonies there were etched
His stretched brain, regrettably, ended up somewhere else
(Reportedly Bahrain, if one trusts radio stations out that way)
The important fact is that, otherwise, it went well
The ship itself disappeared for fifty seconds
We do not know how to safely deploy this weapon
Yet.
Another participant ended up halved, and wet
Torso and deck conjoined, chemic’ly wedded
A Giegeresque vision of some mechfuture schism
His top we collected,
Sadly, less could be said regarding his windsent legs, clear swept
Across the deck, in midair halfway down like a still-wet painting of Pegasus
You might see them still if there are still windows in the bilge
Tilting windmillless on the big milk
Which Apollo’s planted hilt makes a mirror.
If right now you’re in the crow’s nest, peek out
And witness without speaking out the last mating season
Of a species dying out for obvious reasons.
Alchemisland 
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