• Vol. 06
  • Chapter 01
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The Pink Giant’s World

A pink giant strides toward us waving his fists
against the blank sky
crane arms casually threaten the fragile paper house
trapped or hiding behind stone walls
it's become so hard to tell a lighthouse from a missile silo
hard to understand how tiny the yellow-turreted castle has become
why arches do not now and may never again signify a coliseum or duomo.