"The giant wings of the steel bird came to rest in a cloud of dust and debris.
Its descent had been witnessed by thousands of men, women and children
who had watched the emerald skies for hours,
shading their eyes from the sun with upturned palms
And then it had come, a giant shadow blotting a corner of the noonday sun
like a speck in the eye
It grew monstrous by the moment
Roaring, it amassed the red soil onto itself
like a mother to her children, maker to its mold
Inhaling the land, the trees,
and then
its body gleaming with the wetness of heaven itself
the taste of clouds and stardust
and vast endless space
flattened into the minutest creases
of its armadillo armor
of the giant steel pterodactyl coming to a shuddering silence.
