TEETH
savages
cowards
animals
whirring blades blend
and then, Oh
my God; what a smoothie!
blades that whir at high speed
good for mowing, great
for a disposal unit
metaphors becoming
so displaced
cannot keep
up
with historical events
and how indeed
shall this history
be written
by tattered text of the crushed
lately bone
and ash
the lightning writing on the wall
of truth all so suddenly
lying through its teeth
poems 2 die for 