Salt crust forms on copper pans
Yeast wakes slow in metal cans
Lamp oil burns through long night watch
Dough rises in the airlock hatch
We knead the dark with flour hands
Bake golden loaves in steel lands
No tide to turn no storm to break
Just crust and crumb for gravity's sake
Proofing trays float magnet-locked
Fresnel lens ticks the chrono clock
Rye and wheat in sealed sachets
Logbook entries coordinates
We knead the dark with flour hands
Bake golden loaves in steel lands
No tide to turn no storm to break
Just crust and crumb for gravity's sake
Fog horn silent in the void
Timer chimes no asteroid
Wick trimmed low for morning glow
Steam vents soft where pressures go
We knead the dark with flour hands
Bake golden loaves in steel lands
No tide to turn no storm to break
Just crust and crumb for gravity's sake
Stars don't rise they just maintain
No gulls cry out no kelp-strewn lane
But warmth spreads through the bulkhead wall
A loaf for each when shadows fall
One pull from oven glowing red
Feeds the crew and feeds the dead
Crumb dust coats the instrument panel
Salt air memory distinct and thin
Butter melts on warming shelf
Keeper's log marks twelve by twelve
We knead the dark with flour hands
Bake golden loaves in steel lands
No tide to turn no storm to break
Just crust and crumb for gravity's sake
We knead the dark with flour hands
Bake golden loaves in steel lands
No tide to turn no storm to break
Just crust and crumb for gravity's sake
Oven cools in morning cycle
Fresh bread waits the waking cycle
