Glacier poem

Glaciers in my mouth
my teeth grind
in my sleep

Like my father’s 
they’ll break 
they’ll crumble

My mouth will fill 
with till and terminal 
moraine

Please take an impression 
make a plaster cast
and a plastic guard

Please, save me
Dentist, protect me 
from my mouth 

No tectonic plates neither, 
no geological time
me, I’m not my father

I am not the memory of
geo- 
morphology 

——— 

You know Brian? 
(I suppose you know) 
Well there’s a lesson!
Up above the valley, 
to find the sublime
in a vista, on a fell, 
to meet gods again. 
(I suppose you know) 
Well you know what happened? 
his tooth cracked
it creaked and ached
and before the mountain yell 
he felt nothing
nothing but molasses pain. 

——— 

You must never ever
never miss
an appointment with
your dentist