The Ogre

When I walk on the sea, my stride is longer than Norway Cruisers, tankers, frigates Sail under my legs, tiny as tuna I drink in tides, Leave fish and small crabs beached for gulls to peck at The dew is my morning sweat on glistening Bens My furry chest is like a heather moor After a fire’s passed through My teeth are whiter than snow that lies on Everest When I snore, Earth splits in two People tumble down cracks like sugar I see eye to eye with the clouds. Starlings rest on my ears When I breath, skyscrapers strain to break their moorings