No Rest for Anne Frank

Anne Frank was resting.
The day before she had bested the Werewolf.
The day before that, an alien robot had burst
into the attic.
But there’s no rest for Anne Frank.
Through a small window ringed with
pencil-drawn tulips, you can see
Godzilla’s head. At first, it’s the
size of a thimble or a small eraser. Then it makes
that noise, that horrible Godzilla noise.
The ground thumps with Godzilla’s
horrible slapping feet.
The head grows.
And Anne Frank knows she’s got
another monster to deal with.
“Kitty,” she asks, “if I destroy this one, will they
let me walk the streets?”
“Will they declare me a hero? Will they free
my people? Will they free the others?
If I destroy Godzilla?”

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