Teeth

I had a wooden bowl
in my hand
when you decided to cry
I swear I could have
embedded that bowl in your head

Your mean fists that glow red
Fit to slam down and split oak tables
I could have buried your fists
underneath the hot earth

I could have pried open your jaw
like the hinge of a cage
I would retrieve your gold tooth
I would let blood pool in your mouth

How could you leave me my Enemy
How could you leave me my Enemy
my Neighbour
You filled my mouth with your gold crowns
your rage
How could you leave me now,
my Grief, my Holy Ghost
You grind my bones into saw-dust
with your teeth

And what will you take when you finally leave
Will you take the paved road and the waves
Will you take the whole sea
You dropped me down a sink like the loose tooth

I am the culprit
I am the one who split your oak
I broke your jaw
I took your bank account
I downed your gin
cut down your pine trees

Dear Enemy I have left you.
Dear Enemy I have left you to swallow your rage alone.