DEATH Poem: Casket Song, by Hannah Rowell

Death has glass teeth and a cotton tongue

we sing sleep, pull the mouth

in the deep sew the lips to grin

these bones fracture without eyes.

Home in time.

This poem is to be read left to right, then a second time top to bottom along the three columns.

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