Sonnet #7

The giants died and laid down in rocky valleys
From far enough away, it doesn’t look like anything
A couple bad storms came, and acid hailing
The giant flesh went rot and bones remain
As sandstone crevases; cave divers crawl
into lost intestines, exploring caverns
take some photographs where water falls
before the rain returns to do the work of worms
spelunkers do not even know the truth
That giant bodies fall into the stone
They do not see the pelvis or the tooth
It’s far too large. Imagine all the world a bone
All the world is all a bunch of bones on top of bones
Every piece of dust is just the detritus of bones

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