Go East, nomad!

We’ve walked toward the sunrise,
Not quite at sunrise,
And away from sunset,
Making camp before sunset,
As long as the eldest remember.

And as quick as everyone can go,
All together, with what we can carry,
We’ve always kept going,
Over little waters
And around larger ones,
But all the arounds now
Just jut into more water,
And the meals are moving
Against the sunrise
And the sunset
And someone needs to tell the elders
That the gods must have drowned
But the next ones will be better.