Setting fire to a sleeping giant

what a deceitful thing to do
hear him snore hear him mumble
fasten him onto the floor
with thin threads
speak the spell
cut off a bit of the skin
nails, body hair and clothes
as souvenirs of your heroic deed
see him dream in despair
like you and me
dreaming of a woman
for whom he counts the turnips
lying in ambush
and eventually burning up with the forest
but he’ll be back with the sum


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