There were a few twigs
Here and there
Where giraffes could feed
And extend their days
Given that the rasping dust
Choked the homeland
The winds at night
Made everything seem more immense
As grasslands became small
And the same winds echoed sadness
And on and on
The stories were told
Of how little by little
There was less and less…
And more and more
The giants had nowhere to go



And could we really forget such a face?
Without a language for ambition
Never having wanted anything
Never having taken
Never having asked to be loved
As civilization kept moving
Without ever having understood itself
Or seen the threat in the mirror
That makes no sound
But caused the world to disappear
And the animals to go
And leave us forever
All alone
In an endless universe
Too vast for such solitude
For such loss