Kith And Kin

    Once there was a giant
    who lived in a kneecap,
    a peculiar giant at that
    who expelled all reality
    as a pig might a poke.

    Not concerned with the dilemma
    of easing life's toothpaste form
    into dental crustings or
    oblivion's dark shadows
    from lightless paths,
    the giant assumed guardianship
    over his fibro-tissual home.

    The giant could be seen
    ferrying dwarfed bones
    over the inter causal dome
    of flesh and blood.

    At times, he substituted
    a remarkable likeness
    for his kith and kin
    by dumping calloused cushions,
    too long cousins
    of the diaper rash effect
    bunions, corns,
    carbuncles
    eager to roam
    the padlocked sockets
    between distant fibula
    and tibia.

    Poor femur, of course, was
    outraged against carpals
    and the growing phalanx
    arrangement of
    distant phalanges.
    Even the metatarsals
    were girdled in
    righteous indignation
    committed against their person
    by a maverick masquerading
    in pelvic insubordination.

    Altogether the body contains 206 bones.
    It is rumoured none contain
    a giant of his capacity, notoriety, or effect.