Toothless teethless talkless tounge filled O
Life long lived lungs weathered and worn in
Heave chest and shoulders ho
Thin and old and curled up tiny like
Mummy moans and gasps and grasps and coughs clouds
In a high glass case in hospital sky
Blue and white and egg white closed eyes
She is somewhere else
But the throat rests and rasps as a zephyr
Is caught in the throat
She is somewhere else
Heave she is high and ho she is huge
In the medical mint green and heaven blue
Rolls but weatherworn down to hillside
Are her teeth unlike knuckles, knuckles like forehead
Are like shining stone
In fields and blue veins and long grey walls
But Heavy lids and lobes
And cheeks and throat follow and fall between shoulder
And collar bone to heavy hillside of heave and ho
