was to send home his teeth from the hospital
what could she do with those
arriving as they did days after the funeral?
Wrapped them in one of his clean handkerchiefs
she's laundered and taken down
all she could do was cradle them in her hands
they looked so strange, alone ...
Utterly jawless in a constant smile
not in the least like his ... she could cry no more
at midnight she took heart and aim and threw
them out of the kitchen door
It rocketed out that finally-parted smile
into the gully? the scrub? the neighbour's land?
and she went back and fell into stupid sleep
knowing him dead at least and by her hand