apotheosis
A Free Verse poem
the teeth re-found in an ashtray cheap black glass from a casino hotel but the teeth from gods’ mouths, ages ago
bone and blood merrily removed a purge, an absolvement from sins thought laughable and tongue poked into the coppery socket
the teeth held between forefinger and thumb gall stained from hours of patient sifting but the teeth raised toward the sun in ostension
pieces collected to soothe the urge jars and rubber stoppers—no, cork and antique glass enshrined when held up to the nighttime tv static
the teeth speaking in words now unused their warm welcome into an unshared secrecy but the teeth are only almost enough



