The Giant And The Tiny Hair Poem by Sami Gjoka

He coughed and coughed, and coughed, and coughed
And coughed, and coughed, and coughed again
Again, again, again he coughed
And coughed and coughed, and coughed in pain.

He coughed, and coughed to clear his throat
To clear his throat and breathe some air
Until he could not breathe or cough
And all just for a tiny hair.

The giant rose, waved his hand
To grab, to hold, to touch the sun
But all he sees is set ablaze
From highest up to deepest down

Who could have, known?
Who could have thought?
Of such a fate
Of such despair.
Who could have thought that giants throat
Will clog by just a tiny hair?

And then, the sea came jumping high
To cover everything above
To take the sun, to suck the sky
To kill the flesh and take the soul.