Friday, June 27, 1986



Their teeth aren't attached to their heads
They walk softly on wooden legs 
and kneel before each other on hollow knees
They dissolve each other's faces 
and hang them on meat hooks 
carefully saving the eyes for last 
so that they can polish them 
on their chests until they shine 
with malice.

added 2/17

Write a poem from a first line by another poet
"Take no comfort from their sleazy smiles."
Wilma Elizabeth McDaniels

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