Metropolis up high

On a monster’s flattened skull

Kept above the clouds

As the giant plods along

People walking slowly

As their world sways every day

No cars or buses to be found

For fear they will roll off

All ignore the stench of sweat

That wafts off the monster’s flesh

Over time they do not notice

As their noses have passed on

The city trudges on

With its buildings clothed in spikes

Long enough to pierce a hand

That may try to scratch them off

This city standing tall

Has no clue where it has been

As it tries to live its life

Atop the ancient titan

(Poem for A Day Challenge Entry.  Done with bad hangover.)