It’s the consequence of mere chattering teeth
Wound so tight, working so hard
Dread’s lurking in the silent, smothering air
Keep chomping, keep clacking
He’ll pounce even at the slightest refrain
Distract him now, convince him now
Know that he’s keen to this diversion
Forever frightened, forever fearful
For he sees the day where they’ll unhinge
Cracking too soon, crashing too fast
And chattering teeth lie silent again
Monday, December 29, 2008
Chattering Teeth
Labels:
distraction,
fear,
poetry
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