The Giant Centipede [Original Poem]

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The beast hisses loudly,

announcing its arrival.

Its footsteps tremble the earth

With clangs like a Smith’s hammer.

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Its beak-shaped head pierces the

Humid Monday afternoon like a

Pellet from a determined barrel.

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With metallic roars

And battle-ready horns

It clears its path and charges forward.

A busy Union Station

Is greeted by several strangers;

All travelers, coming from and going to.

The city is constantly in motion.

Life seems forever changing,

Though it merely remains while we scuttle about.

I choose to stay and let things flow through me

Without holding on but staying grounded.