Cardiff Giant

Ragged robbins for the curtain call

Wrapped in ribbons on the trailer door

Carved initials in a concrete footstall

On the imitation marble floor

We’re the boxtop admissions and their throwaways,

Strewn across tobacco roads

With their wormwood shots and their snake oil plots

Drunk sheepshank con men and their sycophants

And I often wonder if I've already died

Out at elbows by the encore

But there’s a citadel inside

Where I’ll go and shape my heart like yours,

As you shape yours like mine

Where we’re the spiraling arms of all galaxies

And we’re the microscopic sand

Suffering from delusions of ungrandeur on middling

display

Beside the Cardiff giant with the alabaster eyes

I often wonder if I've already died,

Or if the 'I' is an unintelligible lie

Off we flew like swarms of hornets

'Woken up' from winter’s rest

To colonize with plastic pulp

Our neighbor’s perfect paper nest

While all year round potter wasp

Has buzzed her unhinged song

You can hear its creaking in our floorboards

Megalomania’s only mania if you’re wrong