Revisionist Poetry – “Mouth: A Child’s Voice” – Deep Roots, v.3

They camewith big hungry teeth —metal teeth that sangand breathed smoke. The trees felllike old men foldingtheir long bones.Sap ran slowfrom their necks,sticky and warm,and the ground tastedfunny after. We go thereafter the trucks sleep.We call it the Hole-Wood.Our sneakers whisperon sawdust snow. Stumps are mouths now.

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