Poetry / composed in cortland

Well I read this with an open mind, and it portrays certain images ok. But as a stand alone piece it doesn’t really hold my interest. I am sorry, perhaps I don’t get some metaphorical statement contained here.

I liked it a lot. There were two things I didn’t get. If the figurative giant tossed your skull I don’t feel like the next order of action is to bury it – he no longer has it, right? I also didn’t get the significance of “silver glove” in the last line but I feel like it has some relevance. One other this is the lack of punctuation which is most likely intentional but then why have one single one after “i died” and nowhere else in the poem, particularly at the end – along with no commas? The content was laughable but in a good way; loved the image of “with one food in asia/the other in canada.”

I didn’t really get the point of this poetry.
You seemed to curse something happened to you in the past, maybe your roots, the isolation of being part of two different countries and cultures and then you say that there was none of all that – concluded there was no giants –
As if the giants were those who had chosen your lifepath but then nobody really did so as “there were no giants”. Is it some sort of release you were trying to communicate?