On OCH, ND Ekwegh offers a poem of defeating a giant.


by ND Ekwegh

I hear your voice in the midst of the storm
I hear you roar, see all you’ve become
I feel so little before your giant frame
I hear you taunting as you call out my name
You threaten to break me, to fill me with pain
You show off your weapons again and again
Your giant footsteps are all over my sand
I tremble in feet and I tremble in hand
There is only one winner; I hear you declare
There is only one victor and that much seems clear
My heart feels so weary, my courage is gone
My confidence broken, my face is forlorn
I fall on my knees with a thought of surrender
But just in that moment, I start to remember

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