The fang

fang

I found the fountain pen
in his desk drawer
after he had died
and broke it in half.

This was the antivenin
to the poison
that had spewed from its
            single fang,
            hollow,
so that the words
could be injected directly. 

Poems by Jerry Iwanus

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