Giant of Illinois

The giant of Illinois

Died from a blister on his toe

After walking all day through the first winter snowThrowing bits of stale bread

To the last speckled doves

He never even felt his shoes filled with bloodDelirious with pain, his bedroom walls began to glow

And he felt himself soaring up through falling snow

And the sky was a woman's armsA boy with a club foot

Had sat next to him in school

Once upon a summer's day

They went wandering through the woodsThey spotted a sleeping swan

On the banks of a muddy stream

And they stormed it with rocks

Till it collapsed in the reedsThey lay out on the grass

Full of chocolate and lemonade

But underneath it all the giant was afraid

The sky was a woman's arms