Allison stood in line with the rest of her class, waiting for the school doors to open. Usually first thing in the morning was a quiet time, but today kids were talking happily—and loudly. This was ... [+]
There is a place by the ocean, a burial site for flesh and steel beasts where mast meets cross and mermaid bowsprit conspires with moss-choked stone angel. The insects falter in their primordial dance,missteps of appendagesand antennae.They nibble on salt-corroded metaland nestle in rot-sweet chest cavities.And there, below the ground,paying the baffled insects no mind,the ship and human boneswaltz on.