78: Giants by David Shapiro

Giants are much too beautiful.

They live in a house called bigger dimensions

They never suffer from delusions of grandeur

and I have met many giants and this is always true

A giant will always pity you


Still, giants sleep with their eyes on their business

which mainly now is the killing of tourists

the flow is getting smaller since the end of the summer

the fall of leaves keeps many customers away

still, I could never say goodbye

to all my friends among the giants

and they have frightened all my enemies away.


The giants know that I’ll be strong some day

for I have planned one insuperable attack

against this habit of closing my eyes when I sleep.

because I want to hold on to light as long as I can

and because I want to kiss the small of your back.


The author’s work can be found in the volume, In Memory of an Angel.

Think about how the poem made you feel. Were you visually taken to a Dahl’ian BFG-filled world? Are you ever stuck with not delusions, but desires for grandeur? To be a giant yourself?

May you live out another beautiful poem in the collection of your life today, and we’ll see you again tomorrow.

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