Gord

2026-04-30 09:47 am

Round mouth shouts,
War cry, smoke to sky,
Really? I'm quite surprised,
You changed with the times,
Now, you find the fight?

You are cold, white, 
Like an old jazz style, 
How do you stay warm at night?

I am bound down: stakes, ropes, ties...
Beneath the giant lies. 
A man with giant lies about him,
A giant in a human size.

I am found down, shivering upon the tiles,
Beneath the skin a person lies,
A man with giant lies about him,
As a spider consumes the flies,
Pious continual, polite about it.

Does that make it right?
Well, let me fly around a bit,
And with delight I get to live again.