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.