The lumbering behemoth approaches as the world is coming to a close

As it stomps closer and closer to you,

You’re tied to a railroad track,

Screaming and crying for your life,

Knowing the behemoth is here to kill you…

But,

amidst all the destruction and unending gore,

the behemoth is lost in a thought and a fantasy.

Stopping the stomping for a moment

To take a deep breath and sigh

As the flowers wither

The mountains crumble

California falls into the Ocean

The behemoth closes it’s eyes, and imagines kisses on the cheek

The tsunami just out of its field of vision

The sun frying alive millions of dogs trapped in locked cars

All of the beautiful cattle brides and all of the handsome oxen husbands are herded into a flesh grinder

Screaming their pain loud and clear

But the behemoth forgets all that, and instead imagines holding hands with a true lover

It’s tail swats the air in anticipation of hologrammed imaginary love

Knocking the dominoes over

Crushing nuns and orphans

As it grinds its teeth while having a wet dream

Leaving a stain in it’s pajama jeans that drowns the worked to death slaves in the horrible smell

There is no world left to walk on, and nobody to dream about

But at least the behemoth can imagine a fake nice manikin, tender and attentive,

As it’s body oozes slime,

Forming puddles of porous soupy stinking filth in the craters

All of the sudden,

It snaps out of the daze,

Finally remembering to kill you