icebreaker

a ship as big as you've seen lunges into the arctic leaving a trail of whipped water frothing and fighting like demons bathed in hot oil. there is no crew no captain no hand on the tiller. forging on ungoverned and undeterred with nothing to stop it but itself. 

at night there are lights on board and from a certain distance this monster seems alive and there may even be a sleeping bunch of men below deck huddling for warmth or casting lots and smoking cigarettes but instead this machine from hell is hurtling toward an unknown location.

the cold is stark. on nights without a moon there is nothing but the screaming engines and the white noise of churning chop. the scene is terrible.

i can see the ship.

i am cheering for it.

behold the champion of the cold

the marathon runner to which all my hopes are pinned to

cracking the thick frozen earth

i believe in you 

you are immense

your power is infinite 

and your will is subject

to neither whim nor worry

go

you steed

you metal hero

i am watching

and screaming for your success

i feel, like a fool

that it is my heart bearing you forward

and you 

indefatigable you

will win

and victory will be bland

because there was no doubt

no doubt at all