Discovery

the cairns of dog shit Amundsen emplaced
led Robert Falcon Scott to the South Pole
it seems--in retrospect--an epic waste
to come in second at that Austral goal.
But tragedy, for Scott, lay still ahead
for want of for want of biscuits, mutton, or white rice
before they got to camp, his team was dead
entombed forever on the windswept ice.
That Scott was brilliant, all his team attest
a testament to Britain, and to class
it baffled them, that he'd be second-best
or that Norwegians thought him such an ass.
Experience counts more, and breeding, less
to map the void without a GPS