Carried Away

gliding through it all
the monstrous White
riding in a birch bark sleigh
powered by emperor penguins
they whisk me away to fate
helpless to overturn the verdict of karma
nevertheless, relieved to be done with the whole hot mess
on the horizon a light pulses
still too far off to make out
even if I squint and strain
it wouldn’t matter anyway
I’m so there
the penguins work in silence
single minded, well trained
mercilessly precise
I dare not call out to them in a humorless voice
“Are we there yet?”

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