Poem WIP: Still Life With Tools

Still Life With Tools

Behind palm-smudged glass
Grin rust teeth
The ancient, gapped grimace
Invites the eye to play
“Guess my age”

Fixed iron jaws
Proud and pitted
Silently shout histories of
A thousand skinned knuckles
Gummed black by grease

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