Giant
A Russ Cope Poem
A giant washed up on shore
today
from God knows where
We played in his bones
until mother made us come inside,
and we stunk to high heaven
That night, we showered luxuriously
and planned how we would
build swords out of the rib cage
But his body was gone the next
day and we never found him again,
and what’s worst
is mother threw our baseball cards
and childhoods away
while we were gone at the beach.
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