Zoe Miller

On two legs the beast struts

Pride swelling in its chest

Civility oozing from its pores

Intellect portrayed by its stance

In a lab the beast hunches

Pouring over a tube of destruction

Searching for the next killer

Speeding inevitable deaths

Flying high the beast soars

Barking commands

Ducking through clouds

Wreaking havoc

From a room the beast watches

Bombs burying bodies

Destruction devastating dwellings

Buildings blown to bits

On two legs the beast stands

Pops champagne

Celebrates its brilliance