Weasel
a bite like hot charcoal
a nate full
of stolen baby teeth
that scythes off dried skin
ripped off like old wallpaper
the tearing of small birds
hidden under an early barn
mice shake like clocks
and cry in cold straw
You tap dancer,
as cruel as a broken tooth
as evil as a round eye
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