Poetry: Government In The Mouth

The walls know too well to move up-
Then they drop their guards and sit down.
The teeth would gate-keep, and then sup,
Until the morsels get to drown

The walls know too well to move up
The tongue,her roof, her bed, her crown,
Meet roundtable around a cup
For a holiday out of town.

Leonell

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