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Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Tuesday, May 26, 2009: On the Street….Shark Pants, Sydney

Oh the shark has pretty teeth, dear,
And he shows them pearly white.

Through song and story, teeth transform,
Stand in for jewelry, for instruments of power.
A snarl reveals a flash of ivory incisors,
A threat, weaponry. In the mouth, teeth
Shine like baubles or knives, attract or repel.
But extracted from the jaw, lying helplessly
In boxes like pebbles, teeth summon visions
Of shattered bones, brittle calcium cousins.
And bones, we know, mean both growth
And decay, buried in flesh and earth.

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