Giants
	(for Utena)

The world squishes us down
And makes us small,
When we are giants
Who would walk the moon.

If there be any giants among you,
Let them stand.
Upon their shoulders,
Perhaps you can see beyond
The edge of the world.

Do not tie them down,
For a giant lying flat
Is a bird with clipped wings,
Suitable only for a petting zoo.

Entreat the giants to be careful-
They live among you and ought to watch their feet-
But do not fear so much
You make monsters out of men.

The giants do not gloat
At how small we are,
But only sigh with gusty wistfullness
That so few of us will come up
To see what they see.

The giants are only lonely.


--Megan Morris, meikundayo@yahoo.com