He was large, imposing
A tower of cold, a sandwich of snow
A blot on the coated landscape.
The melting leaning tower of Pisa
Jeered at me through coal-slit eyes
He sat fat, lazy, malice dripping.
Giggling children assembled him with care
Slowly, carefully, in fading light
They cemented head with torso
Wrapping a scarf around him
Doing up pebble buttons against the chill.
All you did was stare
Stare down your crooked cracked nose
You stretched out your thin black arms
And embraced your kingdom.
I had to destroy you, vanquish, conquer,
Do you concur?
You had to go.