Only the best are chosen

to man this ship 

Sinking 

with its nuclear core

whether it is true or not 

I picture the submarine, home in the deep

sea inexplicably punctuated by

Bits of blinking light 

Windows, a wrap-around porch, 

(entirely decorative) men

Tiny inside

Atoms knit of blood and bone

All the oceans of the world reduced

To a thimble full of water amidst the stars

This metal vessel,

This Berlin heart,

Resuscitate us, sinking fast 

without You.