How the Giants Were Born

I – facing a problem one typically faces

when, on emerging from youth newly shorn,

one ceases to ponder the mythical races

and hallowed questions, like how the giants were born –

decided myself a giant, meaning

to win or eschew worldly notoriety

by engendering this brood of odd little things.

You might near call it a society.

Someday I’ll finally tear down the scaffolding,

pick them apart, row them up numbered – the whole batch

expressing, in turns, health and malady –

allow the flaws to deepen in the grain, and match

them with the antiquity of my own descent.

So much shall time gone by be longed for then.

And what will you have made of your mortality?

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