When giants fall
Who will pick up the pieces?
Along the downtown streets
They'll construct a two-tongued thesis
To misrepresent
With shoddy evidence
Claiming their heaven-sent
But we know they're hell on wheels
Snakes in the brush
Nipping at our heels
When giants fell
I could hardly breathe
Terror filled the heart of me
Who am I to think l'll stand
When only a fraction of the faction
Can play the man?
I'm just a cadet
Cut in half
My whimper out plays my laugh
I just might crack
When giants fell
What ran through your head?
You burned the sheets
Of your hospital bed
Was it the sound of flies
Or the threat of bees
That made you shake the ground
Before you hit your knees?
We'll see
The scourings of a legacy
But all we want to do is kiss your cheek
Love your life
And hear you speak
When giants fall
We hang our heads at half-mass
Our faces pressed against the glass
Tin cans and sewing string
Are strung above to bring
A message from the blue deep
Maybe now I can get to sleep
With the rooks and sheep
Scattered in the pasture
Raise a glass for the comrades
Weeping on the floor
Drunk in the grass
When giants fell
I heard your ghastly voice
As I played back that message
Tinged with shame and tavern noise
You were my captain
I your first mate
When the Bismarck took on water
You failed to evacuate
No lifeboats were launched
No maydays were made
Will you rest in peace
When you reach your resting place?
Captain
I pray
You'll wade through the salt
And the waves
This is deep! Thanks for sharing, Rory! This poem is certainly for grown folk.