MISSING RIB

As Solomon said
the wine is half full and the blood is half-spilt
As Achilles noted
The warrior is half-god
and half mess of bloody human heart 
and broken human bones.

We are made in ribless halves
half our cockle shell of happiness
sails away on a half-calm sea
Like an orange split in two and bleeding seeds
When the eggshell of appearance split I saw  
the blessing is half broken.