my good ex-friend godzilla

by Diane Wald

i wasn’t aware
that kind of ruination could happen

his twin had died when they were born
but it took him a year to tell me

then again i’d always known:
white heart, white wind

the truth more interesting
than the burned violet

spiderwebs bound the birdhouse
the Japanese maple started to die

i heard verdi on the victrola
in placebo girl’s house

and winced for all of us dancing
through broken glass
on our fading planet