When will smooth skin turn to wrinkled robe?

Will I see the browning of autumn leaves before fall or

Does this winter skip down on lithe legs when I sleep?

Shall I realize my dreams of yanking loose teeth?

(Gums purpled, salivating)


Might age roll up in an unmarked van, and disgorge men in black suits?

Can the fortune-tellers allay with the drop of cards or

Does the snap of scrying bones demand a literal translation?

Would I dine comfortably if I could see those dogs who await their share?

(Eyes yellowed, salivating)


Joseph Byron Bennett

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