there used to be these things
not quite animals
not quite gods
but so close
so close
they were huge you know
and they flew
and the tree tops barely brushed
their bellies
and they made this noise
not a roar
but just as intense
maybe like a symphony
rumbling up from their stomachs
and exploding into the world
like a cannon blast
or the shriek of a mother
as her child dies
or the sound of a breaking heart
these things
they were beautiful
they were beautiful
i miss them sometimes
they were my friends
but they're dead now
dead and gone
i miss them sometimes
they were beautiful