sleeping beside the giant

he throws his reeking bones to our back yard
when he stands and yawns and stretches
the ground shakes and our masonry cracks
birds stay away and the woods are silent
no foxes prowl the neighbourhood nor racoons
he empties stores of all provisions at once
then his great guts growl and gurgle as he digests

they welcomed him when first he came with promises
there was a band and speeches and a sickly eagerness
he would protect us and help us grow our crops

he eats our crops and attracts flies and sycophants
his farts pollute the air and our fishing creek
is now his sewer some of our children are missing

on the other side of town they love him

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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