It's like that old iconic scene in Hamlet.

Pocked and pitted like sponge from some deep
underwater darkness there are
spaces where your teeth had been
and where disease had wrought them out
like sticking corks
like rusted nails.

Teeth that used to nourish you
or maybe nip a nape or
gnaw a fingernail in times of great
anxiety or still a tongue or
two.

This is how I'm coming
to know you.

05/23/2012

Author's Note: Forensic Osteology.

Posted on 05/23/2012
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