A pressing heavy thud does come.
An, at first, cacophonous
Flocking together of cells
Turns inward and muffles
Against its own uranium-colored core,
Enormous in its simple violence,
A Kaiju darkness, now a flickering celluloid sound.
"Sound a warning! Thrum the guttural!"
It comes. Electric breath, reticulate death
Pads the asphalt between the black glass
Of office buildings with single fortieth story lights -
One solitary pixel of diligence in the night.
Silent roars the night, but for the electric buzz
Of yellow-tinted, street-level lights and -
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale -
And a siren song sounds
Blocks away, none concerned,
None lift their heads from lover's chests.
Jungle springs up from the manholes in Its wake.
Efrits of steam emerge, roost
Fatuous on the power poles as It engulfs.
Civilization falls to The Giant of Surprising Stealth,
To the wee-houred, walking Bipedal Dream.
A glimmering tooth is moist
And curving back into the deepness of the mouth.
Our own predation turns.
Another Ragnarok stares into your window,
Sees your bare shoulder in the moonlight
With an eye the size of a king-sized bed,
A mushroom-clouded ugly head.
Sept. 12, 2009