Once Upon a Time
We go through the motions
like fairy tale crofters.
The giant is on a rampage,
stomping toward the village.
In our cottage, the hand
that lights the candle
registers the tremors.
Those at the window
watch his long shadow
block the evening light.
Still, we heat the soup,
bring wood for the fire,
while smaller ones wait
in the darkened room.
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