Beast Waikato

A concrete stronghold

holds back a giant of our land,

forcing forces of anger

to keep and build. The lords

and masters of the stronghold and,

ergo, of that giant monstrosity, that

beast, know of the building frustrations that could eventually 

overcome their powers. So

once in a time and again, the beast is

let loose. A short leash keeps

the beast from causing chaos,

but allows a tantrum of magnitude 

to reek havoc on anything 

foolish enough to stand in 

the beast's allowed wake. 

And we watch. 

We stand on a viewing platform and

watch as momentary Armageddon 

takes hold. Some watch in awe,

some in fear; everyone has their reason, but the feelings are hardly

without each other. Regardless,

we stand and we watch as 

destruction ensues. Like a storm's

torrential wind, life and rocks are

beaten down and battered. And then…

it's over. Heaven or Hell takes hold 

of the poor and unprepared. But 

ultimately, the lords and masters

retain control with a crack of their

concrete whip. For now, at least, 

the beast is retained, until we fall.