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February 5, 2010
poem: the breath of giants
by sven at 7:00 am
I'm really fond of the last line.
the breath of giants
the office is the brain of the house
the studio the soul
the kitchen the heart
living room the stomach
bedroom the libido
our home here is
a thirty-foot-tall marionette
and I the puppeteer
each morning I get
the giant moving again
water the plants
put dishes away
feed the cat
each night I
put it to sleep
I look out from
giant's eyes
running from room to room
turning cranks and pulling cords
not a robot that I command--
this house is a living being
and I am the hidden motor
running its body
I am the breath that
spirits through every cell
animating colossus
(and yet
what a small being we are
set beside the great towers
of the city
whose hands touch clouds
gods propelled by
the furious pedaling of
fleas)
January 1, 2009
posted by sven | February 5, 2010 7:00 AM | categories: poetry