All the good words are used up
And the time we've got's so short
Really nothing can come out. The cut
Just stops it.

A swollen tongue filling our mouths
Shattered teeth, bloody shards rooted in pain
Lips sown across, our cheeks
Imploded. The larynx compressed, hyoid
Shattered irrevocably.

A mouth of peat & water & blood.
A mouth of dirt. A mouth
That will seal the sound into us.
A mouth mute above a gaping throat
Second fount of discourse
Spraying & dribbling in prayer
The last hypo-oxygenated flashes
Stray neuronal discharges
Flickering our entry into godhood.