He of the tall men
in the land of the lost
arms wide hands long
mind alive with words of wild
he both brother and child
styled in humble humility
other men
not him
them
they know he’s different
made with intent
sent here where fates are
shaped, taped and
broadcast for the world
to view and review
state in disrepair dare
he stare the fear
in the face
replace us all with a piece
of his matter
the threads that compose
our bodies tatter
and disintegrate
he of the tall men
in the land of the lost
cut from a different cloth
a one off to remain forever
-DG
