Shut Your Mouth

Shut your mouth
Shut it!
That infinite doorway
to the cancer in your head
You swallow everything
that should have brought good
and in great fluency
you regurgitate filth

You have eaten posterity
You have eaten their faith
You have eaten your children
Your vomit is a sore

Must you offend
my eyes, ears and nostrils
with your mouth?

Be content
with all you ate
Close your mouth
Hold your lips
with your fingers
if you must
And give thanks
to whatever you believe in
that my own mouth
has been sewn shut

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