A. B. Clarke

Month: August, 2017

When Godzilla Came To Town

by abclarke

When Godzilla came to town, the capitalists invited him to their board rooms.
“See how your brand can move cities,” they said.
“See how our savvy can help you expand,” they said.
“Raaaaaaaar!” he said, and crushed them.

When Godzilla came to town, the soldiers invited him to their forts.
“See how you can make us stronger,” they said.
“See how we can make you stronger,” they said.
“Raaaaaaaar!” he said, and crushed them.

When Godzilla came to town, the intellectuals invited him to their coffee houses.
“See how you can drain the swamp,” they said.
“See how we can raise the people up in your arms,” they said.
“Raaaaaaaar!” he said, and crushed them.

When Godzilla came to town, the poor invited him to their hovels.
“See how you can fell the rich,” they said.
“See how we can fix everything in your wake,” they said.
“Raaaaaaaar!” he said, and crushed them.

When Godzilla came to town, the other monsters warned him to stay away.
“Raaaaaaaar!” they said.
“Raaaaaaaar!” he said.
“Raaaaaaaar!” they said.

The Warrior’s Child

by abclarke

There’ll be time for dying when we’re dead.
Time for bathing in our sorrow.
Time for pity when the sun’s done down.
Time for grief tomorrow.

There’ll be time for fighting when we’re older.
Time for hate without restraint.
Time for killing if it’s needed.
Time for hell’s foul brush to paint.

But for now, I hold you in the morning.
For now, I gaze upon your face.
For now, your cries bring joy upon me.
For now, I bathe within your grace.

There’ll be time for dying when we’re dead.
Time for all our worlds to end.
But child, oh child, I beg you,
This time, dear God, extend.