The Boy Who Cried Godzilla

The snort of a great beast
Awakening
Casts its churning tide
Of obliterated occupation
Over a subjugated landscape
Freeing one coast
From manicured shackles
And goldfish gardens

Another warning
Riding waves
Of things to come
As the monster
Inches ever closer
To a fattening feast
On every shore

Plugged into
Warm power lines of
Apathetic destiny
Eyes glow nuclear
Burning scales
From fallout cancer
A hideous
Breathing aberration
Stomping through the city
Coming for us all
While we sit transfixed
Sleep deprived
Collectively doped
And in denial
That something
May have gone wrong
With our best laid plan
Somewhere
Along the way