I've seen the place where giants die the ground is flat and always wet like a vast dingy mirror reflecting the sky stopped in the distance by heavy grey air skeletal figures pick at the bones they cut away armor to patch up their homes the alive wear no shoes and carry no food they sleep far away from this place massive the fallen lie far and apart from atop one the next lies just within sight a towering shadow in the heavy grey air one to the north, and one to the south only very few still bare life's disorder netted crooked pillars of rusty red and grey most long clean are left quite alone a cathedral of ribs with a great white dome
