In the center of town
The center of town
The center
The town
The bleak sky
oppressing the citizens
not caught in the tidal waves of blood
left over in the streets
where the quad-group
had been

The buildings reduced to rubble
In the wake of the far-larger beast

Po had picked scent
Tinky had bled another dry
Lala was in full speed dash
And Dipsy was pouncing on another victim

Godzilla knew not of the approaching
group
Instead, otherwise focused on ships
hailing bullets
As he swatted yet another jet

He picked up scent

But by then
It was far too late
The group was upon him
And the desired what he held inside:
His... insides

I won't describe the battle.
We shall call it climactic.
I won't describe the ending
We'll call it dramatic
I won't describe this poem
We'll call it insipid

I hope you enjoyed this two-parter
Now to drown myself in alcoholic liquid.