Song of the Last Giant

Song of the Last Giant

wait just wait
time is slow
we have time
to grow old

Now is not the time to mourn
for the oceans are not deep enough to hold our tears,

I heard a song.
It was the song of the last Giant,
wailing and echoing through the depths of the Atlantic.
He sang of loneliness.
We who do not know love,
have not touched such cold depths,
Our love is desire, and lust, and having,
Getting and having.
Our love is red with pain.

The song of the last giant echoes the sounds of the sky,
water and fire, elemental beauty,
No stumbling words.
We, the tongue tripped have no song.
We are mute.

He sang of the first dawns,
when time was young and the music of the giants
filled the oceans.
When there was air to breath,
and the rivers did not run with blood of our wars
and the sting of our chemicals.
He sang of pain, wounds cut deep by our greed.
We who do not know love.
He sang of despair, that gifts are lost,
and love is dead, and we who do not know love
cannot grieve its death.

He sang of love,
in colours we have no eyes to see,
with music we cannot hear.
He sang of love and my heart burst with the beauty of his song.

We who do not know love are empty.

wait just wait
time is slow
wait for me
I grow old.

(from “Ragamuffin” 1989)

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