BIRTHDAY (THE REAPER)

Lumbering steel with greyfire eyes
Boom, Boom, Boom
Talking stumped legs,
Athenian columns of rust;
debating against your existence
Sequoian shadows, rivers of flowing black
black tar, a tsunami of shade
suddenly the tide halts,
The metal monolith turns
Deeper the gaze focuses,
Upon you!
There is no resistance
You lose sight of the Earth,
only this behemoth fills your view
It turns again
Thud, Thud, Boom, Boom, Boom
Sauntering away
The sweat on your brown turns cool
Don't catch a cold! Next year it returns.


-Bradford Peyton