

December 05, 2009, 10:03pm

III. Retreat
How will they foil me this time?
Gamera? Mothra?
Technological advance?
They will not succeed at first
Nor I in the end
For fate has cast our roles well
A yearly invocation
My rise and retreat
Our victor and vanquished game
My mind’s eye senses movement
Sneaking to the shore
They plot my watery end
Their trap for me is ready
I am drawn to it
An actor whose lines are set
A rough tumble from the cliff
Temporary end
For I know they’ll ask me back
And when they call out again
Obediently
I’ll rise to the occasion
Outtake from Godzilla’s Haiku
December 17, 2008, 12:16am