Giants

these giants
come slowly, slow
enough to hear
their foot steps
thunder in
the ground. you
see their shadows
before you see
their legs like
timber rising
in the midday sun.
you've know
your entire life
that they were
coming, and now
they are here,
but strangely
they want nothing
from you. you are
already crushed
and weakened
by your own fear,
instead they want
the ones who
don't, those that
aren't afraid.