After Week Words

Chewed, gulping, closed-eyed meat cavity
                                                  gobbling.
                    We world swallowers
                    teeth thrust forward
                                 bite soft thorns
                                 soaked in grey wet
                                 drained poodle
                                             tugging tail of drowned worm.

Oh February — sodden season
                    host of hunger ache
                                 hollow fog
                                 fallow moat
                                 brown down cat tails
                    traversed by eaters:
                                 beak mawed
                                 tooth jawed
                                 lip biters
                                 cud molars.

                    And all their shit
                    washed thin beige
                    by shower slurry.