there they blow, there they blow, hot wild white breath out of the sea! —D. H. LawrenceTo swallow new names like krill, dive. You have few tides before youreturn to motion. Once this shrinewas the abyssal plain. Once Empireshackled you. Once you answeredto monster, to dragon, spewing steam, firebellowing in the furnace of your hide,a migrant captured for brown skin’slabor. Somewhere inside the darknesswhere brews flame, a spirit hoversover the deep.