We Five Hundred

We Five Hundred

A Poem by A. F. Carrera

Go with the ebb, my black-suit friend

Though the ground is frigid and bare

Though the glaciers howl

And cry in the night

Go with the ebb, my friend.


Go with the ebb, my astute little friend

Though the pale, pale plane is vast

And sterile eyes lurk

Beneath the ice

Go with the ebb, my friend.


Go with the ebb, my cold, lonely friend

Though the land is flat and forever

Though the home and those

You’ve departed are far

Go with the ebb, my friend.


Go with the ebb, my eternal friend

Though the others have all gone away

Through the snow and the soul

Of your egg and your bone

You will go with the ebb till the end.

© 2016 A. F. Carrera


Author's Note

A. F. Carrera
it's about a penguin

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Added on September 25, 2014
Last Updated on February 13, 2016
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