"The Shogunate Mouth" by Corey Minor
Name
the shoguns of an era and I will
show you his molars.
There are in teeth the same
carnage I find in the length of
the barrel of the revolver. Name off
the shoguns of an era and I will
show you his molars. He eats boar.
See here, by the third molar, the ground bone
of the hip. Here, at the second, the hoof.
Count the shogun’s teeth.
He cuts them along steel
blades and in desperate times he bites
into the plated ceramic sleeves
of the ghouls that oppose him
in fields. In fields the Shogun
finds his fingers
in his mouth. Not only his fingers
but the fingers of the men he tramples in fields.
The men are long and narrow. Their hands are
Black-gloved and greased
with soot.
A Shogun takes in the finger-bones of the
men he finds in fields. They are stuck
and fearful with spears
through their hips.
Each man finds his indexes in a Shogun’s mouth.
Fatty marrow settles by the second molar
of the shogun. Often the men are conscious
when they are taken in. They scream
and the shogun has a bleak face like tar.
He is miserable and the men see it.
They weep for him as he takes in
their thumbnails.
Name
the shoguns of an era and I will
show you his molars.
There are in teeth the same
carnage I find in the length of
the barrel of the revolver. Name off
the shoguns of an era and I will
show you his molars. He eats boar.
See here, by the third molar, the ground bone
of the hip. Here, at the second, the hoof.
Count the shogun’s teeth.
He cuts them along steel
blades and in desperate times he bites
into the plated ceramic sleeves
of the ghouls that oppose him
in fields. In fields the Shogun
finds his fingers
in his mouth. Not only his fingers
but the fingers of the men he tramples in fields.
The men are long and narrow. Their hands are
Black-gloved and greased
with soot.
A Shogun takes in the finger-bones of the
men he finds in fields. They are stuck
and fearful with spears
through their hips.
Each man finds his indexes in a Shogun’s mouth.
Fatty marrow settles by the second molar
of the shogun. Often the men are conscious
when they are taken in. They scream
and the shogun has a bleak face like tar.
He is miserable and the men see it.
They weep for him as he takes in
their thumbnails.