Rodan

Posted: April 15, 1991 in Poetry
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I flap my big leathery wings
slowly, far above the sprawling metropolis
and grin in rubbery latex.
my shadow eclipses city blocks;
down below, people run in fear.
the atmosphere is cold this high.
the sun is bright on my black skin,
so I will go eat a McDonald’s.

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