pickled

in my capsule
i was foggy
just as i began

watching the video of me
being put under
400 years ago
didn't seem real
until i saw the skull
of the man
who bid me bon voyage

the ship hummed
like a dystopian lullaby;
every face with a warning
"break glass in emergency"

your smirk
seemed to suffice
so i awoke you
to die with me
as we watched
pickled people
with no captain
when they emerged
confused
as to why
we prolonged
their awareness