Wisdom teeth
Must often be examined
To make certain
That the stupid teeth
Have room to feast
On famine.
The politics
Of a mouth
May seem like
A strange metaphor
For politics as usual.
But teeth compete for space
To grind and erase
The flesh of the fallen.
It doesn’t really matter
Whether those teeth
Are considered
Wise or foolish,
Molars or bicuspids
Useful or equally useless—
Most of them are rotten.
For the teeth of these politicians
Merely exist to feed a great,
Nonpartisan mortician
Known as the Nation State.
And we who are eaten
By this insatiable
Undertaker,
Can be compared to meat
Roasting on a skewer.
And you know what happens
To meat after digestion, don’t you?
After passing through the colon,
It ends up in the sewer.
