Don Quixote accidentally killed
the only extant wild giant left
in the world; we called the proximate cause of death
acute misapprehension, then we chilled
some DNA for future generations
who with gods-offending hubris will
regrow the race for gate receipts, though still
remain afraid of their immense creations.
But the clonal giants will not breed,
and will not eat, nor lift the sagging sky,
nor much at all but mope and slowly die,
allergic to the atmosphere, badly in need
of supplementary dietary myth
and oceans of fresh water to take it with.
Jacob Bacharach 
life … finds a way.
Frog DNA.
We need to redirect that misapprehension towards the generation of new myths.
I like the idea of “supplementary dietary myth,” but not sure about the cadence of that line. Also the way you set things up it sounds like they have far bigger problems than a vitamin deficiency, so the metaphor beginning with “badly in need of” seems a bit off.
That was my only quibble, otherwise excellent. Love the title and concept.
huh. I did not know that. well, it’s all water under the bridge. and we do enter the next round-robin, am I wrong?