Godzilla's Press Conference on Alternative Energy
I was the first blossom
of your atomic age with a fire
the flower of youthful passion.
I ate your trains, and with my tail
smashed your factories;
still, you did not understand
that I am an antibody to your landfills.
You recycle cans. I am the heart
of a sun. I offer power beyond
your fossil fuels. I am
the great lizard that walks
sometimes on you.
I see your lips move
in noiseless supplication,
hear my name seconds late,
out of sync, it is me you pray to.
I was the first blossom
of your atomic age with a fire
the flower of youthful passion.
I ate your trains, and with my tail
smashed your factories;
still, you did not understand
that I am an antibody to your landfills.
You recycle cans. I am the heart
of a sun. I offer power beyond
your fossil fuels. I am
the great lizard that walks
sometimes on you.
I see your lips move
in noiseless supplication,
hear my name seconds late,
out of sync, it is me you pray to.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson