The song of the giant’s daughter.

Take my bones she said.

Unpin me.

Snap each tendril of cartilage, 

peel off my shroud of flesh.

Unbind the leaves of vein,

the jigsaw of ribcage,

the ladder of spine

and make use of me.

Slice the nipple 

from my breast.

Unsexed I stand.

Yet all I ask

is that you love me.

This was the wish she sang of

to the eldest son of the

terrible King of Erin.

But all the Erinach know well

the details are just that,

strings embellished with far flung pearls,

and not all songs have endings

for they are the luck

and we the stepping stones.