helpless godzilla

in the dying smokes godzilla
deity of the flickered human time
he'd burn the brittle stems
of the cottonwood but his throat
is full of words he doubts

in the many years the rains have
ravaged the mechanical parts
of the monster-god
the tree spirit sings low
baseball wisdoms in its many
random seeds
godzilla watches helpless

daughter bears son
fights father loses sight
watches the child disappear
all seamed shut in
this factory the life static
the tree a massive pump
worked by the sun

godzilla's tears water the seedlings