The White Monster

Last night I saw the monster near; the big

White monster that was a lazy slug,

That hovered in the air, not far away,

As quiet as the black hawk seen by day.

I saw it turn its body round about,

And look my way; I saw it turn its big, fat snout

Turn straight towards my face, till I was one

In coldness with that statue made of stone,

The one-armed sailor seen upon my right-

With no more power than he to offer fight;

The great white monster slug that, even then,

Killed women, children, and defenceless men.

But soon its venom was discharged, and it’

Knowing it had no more the power to spit

Death on the most defenceless English folk,

Let out a large, thick cloud of its own smoke;

And when the smoke had cleared away from there,

I saw no sign of any monster near;

And nothing but the stars to give alarm-

That never did the earth a moment’s harm.

Oh, it was strange to see a thing like jelly,

An ugly, boneless thing all black and belly,

Among the peaceful stars- that should have been

A mile deep in the sea, and never seen:

A big, fat, lazy slug that, even then,

Killed women, children, and defenceless men.