Mandible Poem by John Weber

Hemming in the cyclonic haw
hurls me headlong into the storm
to quake the lock within my jaw
until my psyche seeks noble form.

Spotlights bathe my despondent lurch
like abandoned suns left forlorn
without the worship of their church
reborn with scorn each blessed mourn.

The flames of mercy light my way
to scorch my skin within my melt
in fibrous pools of pure decay.
Percussion known but never felt

shifts vast pockets within the void
to twirl thin plates along a slide
subtly deployed before destroyed
to hide the pride when cells divide.

The magic wand projects a game
to dazzle the mind in wonder
while tearing through to earn acclaim
plowing under human plunder.

Only a hinge holds our dissent
in check with hypnotic effect,
wrangling consent in steep descent
suspect to direct and collect

our last lonely bone, now drooping
in dejection for not jutting
hostile with warranted snooping
tongue cutting after rebutting.