Giant striding through the water
To the tiny city’s shore,
Cataclysm’s mighty daughter
Whispered of in ancient lore,
See the steel glass-curtained towers
With their meretricious shine!
See the people flee and cower!
All of them will soon be thine.
What delicious, dread desires
Burn inside thy wicked heart?
Little lives and fragile spires
Begging to be torn apart.
Carriest thou ruin with thee
In thy massive, heaving breast?
Harriest thou without pity
With thy lips, and loins, and chest.
Fingers tracing idle drawings
Through the trapped and pleading mobs
Leaving tinies crushed and clawing
Viscera, and blood-smeared gobs.
Charnel streets and concrete crumbled,
Heaped in mounds about thy form,
Feats of humans rightly humbled
Just to sate the living storm.