Monster

The day it bellied up in the sky’s reflection
Is a day we wouldn’t forget.
Not for a long time coming.
Its thick mass of strange flesh rained ripples
Through the clean glass lake,
Turned ripples to waves and washed itself over us.

Our monster swam for years,
Decades and centuries.
Before letting us catch sight of its milky white belly.
Something we couldn’t forget.
Your massive mouth hanging slack,
The rot of years stinking rank,
Behind rows of black flat teeth,
We breathed every sick stench of you in.

You left and we left.
Things changed and
The lament we all cried
Was about the day you died.
How we felt it,
In a spot deep in the back
How we felt
The way you felt,
Belly up in that clean glass lake.

When the monster left
We were left behind,
Lamenting the day you died.