Slain Giant

from Cosmic Dread Country by Chris Kiehne

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Slain giant, sleeping faun.
Remnants of a penitential fire on the mountaintop.
The bloom of hope… and then the harvest, lost.
Let’s pour another round.
We can sort it when the morning comes.

Slain giant, sleeping fawn.
Yeah, I guess that I been carrying this grudge a little bit too long
You ain’t no dread god; you’re just a berry-picking son-of-a-gun.
Hey, buddy: we’re the same.
We’re just conceited little fuckers.
That’s all.

Slain giant, sleeping fool.
Lord, how I loved my blues.
Ever since I was a kid, I been a shadow in a sunlit room.
I swear to god though, honey, I been trying to improve my mood.

Slain giant, sleeping judge.
I knelt in the Valley of Elah, and I looked up:
a crow in flight, the low winter sun.
Beyond them an eternity of silence stretching on and on and on.

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from Cosmic Dread Country, released October 31, 2018

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