This is how a story kills a man:
Inside a story, size and strength can kill
The nervous fighter with giant hands
Arrogant, proud, where the armies lie still
Remember the story? The stone and sling?
Goliath, the giant, of a wild race of men
The shepherd boy who would be king?
It plays in the mind, like a song, often
When we look up to percieve Goliath again
A big man, trembling, uncapable of violence
We do not know him. We only fear him
Because the stories have drawn out the fences
Of who he must be: A giant from another world.
We don’t know him, his dreams, his beloved girl.