a cartoon he said?

another unpublished, unsolicited poem .... as i mentioned before, i have piles of this stuff hanging around .... this one is from the 1978-1981 era .... the wayback machine, Mr. Peabody is alive and functioning well. this is a rather strange piece - almost as if a cartoon, or something cinematic, comes to mind.


GIANTS

There are giants
growling in the cellar
and dwarfs dancing in the attic.
The dwarfs dance
to the mad and horrid
music of the gypsy.
(The gypsy is in alliance
with the prisoned
and starving giants.)
Dwarfs dance
along the window sills
until one falls
into the crushing hands
of the giants.
(And the gypsy giggles,
but the music never stops).