All the Giants are Gone

All the giants are gone
where will we go
the leaders
the gods
the ultra men and women
the significant appraisals
where are the loud secrets
the harmonious gasps
the singers in crew
the sanctimonious laughs

All the giants have left us
all I have is the night sky
on my back porch, among the streaming constellations, alone
neighbors peeking in on me
as though I have the secret they are looking for