Black Ocean Barge by Thomas Drage

Greasy, grimy gears tentatively turn.

Pistons pump back and forth.

Flames, like the tongues of dragons, caress the icy cube,

Hissing and spitting.

Subtle silvery smog spews,

Out of flame ridden furnace.

This beating heart of our sublime star sailor.

Providing power, the lifeblood of this black ocean barge