Wisdom Teeth

My tongue wrestled with my words.
It tested the strength of my meaning before speech.

The Foolish Notion Cemetery is under my molars.

My dentist pulled my wisdom teeth and unleashed
over a hundred thousand zombies.

The sunshine dimmed from their dust clouds.


copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney

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