The Lament Of The Last Penguin Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The last - the words tell it!

Moving corpse
I
Marching
Marching
Marching
In marching order
With bayonet in hand
With skeletal legs
I keep
Trudging
Trudging
Trudging

There was music, more
Music, profound -
The moment was sacred
Look - the last penguin
Sacrificed!
No! No!
The beaches will be empty then
The sea will enter hoar and
Dreary more than day
The axe of the extinct
Dropping blood
I saw raised on high
Smiling sardonically
Ready to strike:
But then
A Voice
A great Voice
From the heavens
Ordered:
Ordered:
‘Stop! Cease! '
Awe was everything;
Shrunk the Axe of the Extinct
And fell.

And
Survived the last Penguin

And
The heavens said:
After this ordeal
Let there be new penguins!