Jack's sister in mythical proportions

[Sheri Grutz]

There won’t be any hiding from the giant,
a worn look of leather, rough breath,
a slow day in his mind, who wants the flesh
same as mice, that can smell my second day
un-bathed trying to hide in the hole in the
wall like a rag the woman stuffed there.

Fe, Fie, I should die in the kitchen where
all the other dead meat was served, where
the smell of daybreak was like opening
the sealed plastic of the crackers, bread,
the mold of the ground rising in
temperature some summer day.

I only came up through this sky to take
the satellites down, to stop their beaded
eyes from making a choker that I have
to keep wearing with a smile, I only came
up here to take back everything that was
stolen, used against me like shiny lightning.

The world is big and bad as that giant
with a scream that sends waves of direct
energy through me, false communication,
pain and control as a giant myth that no
one will believe, I only came here to
bring down the source of power.