Godzilla Return
 

We (scientists) made Him.
Now
all we do is try to destroy Him.

His rubber body
emerging from Tokyo Bay
still glistening.

There’s sadness
an ancient pain
in his roar.

It’s not His fault.
Our city is in his path.
Adaptation gone screwy.

Two monsters do battle.
We watch
from a safe distance.

Our jaws open
in disbelief.
So much smaller than all the things we do not understand.

Swallowed by his nemesis.
He recharges and exhales,
burning the doppleganger from the inside.

Orange reflected
in His eyes:
the city in flames again.

Amen.
There’s a little Godzilla
in all of us.