I, Giant

Poem inspired by Francisco Goya’s painting, ‘The Colossus’

Sethuraj Nair
Sep 25 · 2 min read
‘The Colossus’ (1808), painting by Francisco de Goya

At war is my heart,
plump and calloused,
​sized a pregnant whale
thrice-impaled
​and flailing just the same
​in that private pool
of blood and froth.

I guard heavens
from brays and prayers
and stare down horizons
bathed in miry light,
my trunk and rump for ramparts,
endless ones walling
the chamber
wherein your gods
retire and snore.

Try dragging squashy legs trapped
​in pairhood, all snarled and tangled
​in glistening mess of sterile gases,
parched and vacuous as promises.

The earth beneath is bland and flat,
lending a teeter to my rebellious strides.

They’ve seen depths:
these feet and toes,
eyelid-shaped calves —

They learned firmness
wading the marshes
of a paradise drowned.

People,
as you scatter like a blast of meat
​to save your asses and horses,
why not see the merciful shadow
my shoulders cast,
true as your pet angel’s wings.

People,
help me with songs and sight
as I dance deaf and blind,
eyes and ears too large
​to hold the humblest tear or rumble.

People,
Love me and in return
I’ll tell the hills
to fling at you a shard
of their manic stillness
where I’ve buried
the seed of fragile majesty.

© Sethuraj Nair, September 2021

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