With Teeth

[with teeth]:

many

huddle around him—chattering
shaking sighing—smiling
as if to celebrate whats left
in these moments; the rivers overflow

with rust— brick by brick, skies
are sent toppling and break
their own reflection. the man
wheezes into a tearing cough while

his eyes search the clouds. stifling
the worst of it and covering his mouth
with a blood-specked rag—
He waits. count how many

times he lifts a mottled hand
to his face— watch the broken
discordant twitches of
movement, yet, never wonder how

long it will be. close your eyes and
forget how silent it is without
the sounds of his lungs being shredded
and lost within the guttural screams.

the sun sinks from his dreams and
at once, the oceans freeze solid—
one monstrous mass with row upon
row of sharp and sudden teeth.