the giant of illinois died of a blister on his toe after walking all day through the first winter's snow throwing bits of stale bread to the last speckled dove he never even felt his shoe filling up with blood delirious with pain, his bedroom walls began to glow he felt himself floating up through falling snow and the sky was a woman's arms
a boy with a club foot had sat next to him in school once upon a summer's day, they went wandering through the woods they spotted a sleeping swan on the banks of a muddy stream and they stormed it with rocks until it collapsed in the reeds they laid out on the green lawn, full of chocolate and lemonade but underneath it all, the giant was afraid because the sky was a woman's arms