We are all chewing on the same hunk of fat
so when I noticed that I have my father's ears
and my little brother does too,
I sighed out, *******,
I said, where am I?

But I think you were lost too,
because your father was a giant like mine, but
he will never meet your sons.
He will never know you,
and I have known him too late.

How does it feel to watch him fade away?
I shiver for you, the fourth iteration,
a pillar in the pantheon.
They should have told you
they were mortal.

Be a good storyteller, darling,
so that he may live for them.
Keep with you his memory,
and speak of him often. You will
teach them what he taught you,
I know this,
you know this,
he will die
knowing this.

It is the role of the earthworm
to speed the decay. Do not dwell
on what giants leave behind.