Jack and the B52
There are giants in the sky
The unmistakable hum cuts through the clouds
Brilliant wingspans stretch to clip the sunlight
Seeking palm trees and foreign jewelry
The golden harp is stolen
Seeking to cease beating hearts
Oversized shadows loom overhead
The forced shudder of machine guns spilling blood
There are big, tall, terrible giants in the sky
*just a strange cross between airplanes and one of my favorite musicals, Into the Woods.
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