Little Giants: ‘when desperate static beats the silence up’ – bf

giant men
with little eyes
tell little giant,
hopeless lies
of bigger worlds
and bigger wins,
of big or little
feckless sins
with silly dreams,
they’d sing and shout,
it seems they’d have
to live without
their little past
or giant now
to follow them
around somehow –
in all this freezing
hot, hot mess,
they’d puff their
little giant chests
and stand again
on sands so thin,
they are the little
giant men.

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