Sonnet #82

This is how a story kills a man:

Inside a story, size and strength can kill

The nervous fighter with giant hands

Arrogant, proud, where the armies lie still

Remember the story? The stone and sling?

Goliath, the giant, of a wild race of men

The shepherd boy who would be king?

It plays in the mind, like a song, often

When we look up to percieve Goliath again

A big man, trembling,  uncapable of violence

We do not know him. We only fear him

Because the stories have drawn out the fences

Of who he must be: A giant from another world.

We don't know him, his dreams, his beloved girl.