Friday, May 16, 2014

The Heaper of Teeth


One finds strange things alone on the wold;
Rodent skulls arranged in spirals and figures of eight,


Low-growing trees tied from root to twig in colorfully died wool
And hung with trinkets of less identifiable origin,


And heaps of teeth, tall as a man or more, left to moulder darkly in the day,
And to glimmer yellowly at night.


One must then think to oneself, alone on the wold:
Something must be making these heaps...?
Something must be taking these teeth...?




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