My uzi
Weighs a ton
But the railgun
Is more fun
I’m standing on
The shoulders
Of giants
But there are
No beanstalks
Before me
As I snipe
The targets
Falling from
The sky
I am on top
Of the world
For being only
Sixty feet tall–
Some of the
Targets have
Survived
And the
Head-up display
Refreshes with
Updated data
On the threats
I jockey my
Beast forward
As the firearms
Rearm themselves
And other appendages
Draw weapons
In preparation
For the fight–
There are
Hundreds
Waiting
I like the odds