They never would have
thought when they left port
That anything
awaited them
in the arctic
But cramps, bad cram
and frozen
giblets.
The ship forwent
Baffin Bay
and went for
Reykjavik
And on the
Greenland Sea
the waters
thickened quickly
against the
hull
to try and
get it
Past the
hook at Nord
it tasked again
to extricate
the seamen
on the other
side
of it.
And then it
clasped it's chilly
grasp around
the boat's end
The cram ran out
and guys went out
to look for
polar bears
or something
else they
could
eat.
Up the ice
in jagged rifts it
tears the ship
and lifts it from
the water
beneath
The sea bequeathed
It imparts
on us it's will
It holds one still
and then it
crushes it.
