tiny giants
the pounding beat like an oncoming storm
with feverish reply and hot steam
tiny feet become giants
and with these feet they crush those underneath their toes
giant hands grasp tiny bodies
holding tightly they glare with red, monster eyes
they said in unison, “when I was hiding under your bed
you never once looked for me”
and with a thunderous roar they manifested into fires
into burning buildings
ransacked youth
piles of souvenirs gathered from reckless wrecks
the tiny bodies cried out
the giant fire said, “its easy to hide from the monster under your bed
where you can’t see it, but what will you do now that its looking at you
right in the face?”
08.09.11
