Gargoyle

 I SAW a mouth jeering.
 A smile of melted red iron ran over it.
 Its laugh was full of nails rattling.
 It was a child’s dream of a mouth.

A fist hit the mouth: knuckles of gun-metal driven by an electric wrist and shoulder.
 It was a child’s dream of an arm.

The fist hit the mouth over and over, again and again.
 The mouth bled melted iron, and laughed its laughter of nails rattling.

And I saw the more the fist pounded the more the mouth laughed.
 The fist is pounding and pounding, and the mouth answering.

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