Giant of Illinois

The Giant of Illinois
Died of a blister on his toe
After walking all day
Through the first winters' snow
Throwing bits of stale bread
to the last speckled doves
He never even felt,
his shoes fill with blood
Delirious with pain,
his bedroom walls began to glow
And he felt himself floating
up through falling snow
And the sky was a woman’s arms
And the sky was a woman’s arms
A boy with a clubbed foot
sat next to him at school
Once upon a summer’s day
they went walking through the woods
They spotted a sleeping swan
On the banks of a muddy stream
They stoned it with rocks
till it collapsed in the reeds
They laid out on the grass
full of chocolate and lemonade
And underneath it all
the Giant was afraid
And the sky was a woman’s arms
Oh, the sky was a woman’s arms
And the sky was a woman’s arms.