It didn’t arrive suddenly:
No stomping buildings, gnashing teeth.
The Monster seeped in
While I was wide awake.
No shattered skyscrapers;
No buckled concrete.
It was a quiet kind of sinister:
Skittering inside the shadows.
No smoky explosions:
No flaming breath, deafening roars.
This Monster brushed it’s teeth.
Stretched it’s neck, straightened it’s tie.
I felt no trembling Earth
And heard no lusty roar.
While I lumbered through my morning
And sucked on bitter beans,
The Monster went quietly to work
And, haplessly, ruined your day.
My son wanted a poem about a monster attacking a city. He was kind of disappointed with this one.