he awoke a platypus
a chimera of loose skin
and knuckles.

horny and bold
we stuck him with spears
and hurled boulders

nevermind the war cries
crafted, honed
to pierce his nervous shield

now we sting ourselves
with nettles
sunk in liquid

running circles
around the eyes of those
we most respect

and while he
takes aim and fires
his sling of flesh into the stars

we remain
munching wristwatches
to pass the time