If I were a behemoth

By Thomas Davis

I hope I wouldn’t thrash around
and destroy everything that got in my way
as I made my way through the environment
where I lived.

If I had brains,
I hope I wouldn’t use them like a weapon
to belittle and tear down
and claim my ideas are the only ideas
that mean anything at all.

Not long ago I admired Elon Musk.
I thought, wow!
What seventeen-year-old male
wouldn’t give his eye-teeth
to create an electric car company
that put the old car companies on
their heels and helped
fight global climate change?
Or build a rocket
that landed the rocket part
back on earth, tail-fires flaming?
Or try to really go to Mars,
I mean really go to Mars
in a space-faring rocket?

Unfortunately, some behemoths
are like those lizards, chameleons,
that use camouflage to fool predators,
or inconsequential people like me,
until suddenly they are so large and powerful
they can turn their money into hooks
that they spew out,
yanking everyone and everything
into their path so their ideas
become weapons that display
the power of their power
and their insatiable drive
to become the behemoths of behemoths
as their trumpeting shivers the universe.