Turn the key.
Listen to the horsepower.
Hundreds of feet away,
through the floor and
decks below, to tickle the spine.
Enough to motivate
a minor city block of
iron, steel, glass, and souls.
Do not fear
the water's chop and hack and scream.
Let the tugboats do their work.
Pistons large enough
to crumple a car.
Barrels ready to light up zones
beyond Earth's curvature.
A lot to have
with a hat on straight and
uniform pressed and buckled well.
Turn the key.
At first light, sail.
Search and destroy.
