Little Man

by Eric Chiles

I’ve walked with giants

and they have spoken my name.

We have talked about great

things and the banal.

We have compared notes.

When they spoke, everybody

heard their voice,

but mine was just a whisper.

They have been enshrined

in fame or infamy for all to wonder

but they are just statues or statutes

without breath, sight or speech,

and I am all but forgotten except

when I repeat their words.