While brothers and sisters were engaged

in a turf war on a global scale

A cold front, hardened, caught adrift

Floats away without mainsail

The emptiness perturbed them

As far as the eye could see

But watchful for horizon

Warmer shores come expectantly

But, little do they know how

a hot sea current can act

Upon their frozen precipice

They have escaped the simple fact

For underneath the narrow tip

the sea sick clambering, cling

A hull full of dangerous cargo

in the underbelly bring

All baggage, loot and baffles-full

of stowaways, bilge and gas

No room for living passengers

Just a burly lump of mass

The lot on top think handsomely

of their talent at nautical stuff

But from Captain down to Seamen

They’re playing blind man’s bluff

While many heard their tale

of floating like sea birds

Many passing ships do fear

The invisible iceberg.