True.

WHY GIANTS DON'T EXIST in the UPPER PENINSULA

A long time ago all this was very true.

Giants never rested here in the Porcupine Mountains,

mere inclines lined with trees existing only

for their idle amusement, toughened

as they chased each other, trampling pines

into mere shrubbery. They pealed laughs

louder than church bells clanging

throughout the land. Every single animal

fled in fear of their deathly footprints.

Then came the mating season of fee-fa-foo-fums,

the raw twills meant to deafen as the grounds

quaked violently from their consummations.

There was not a tree standing upright left.

Out of boredom, they up and left for the north,

plodding through the puddle of Lake Superior.

These giants had been so long used to being the tallest

of all they’d ever seen, they’d never realized

the depths of death they could sink to

until it was too late. The chill froze their blood,

icing their last thoughts of that magical summer,

wild and crazy up in those tree-carpeted hills.

From the deep they’re still gasping for help,

grabbing at anything that floats above them.

That much is still true.

Raymond Luczak