First, an injection to numb the loss of umpteen species.
There are other teeth, so what’s the odd extinction? Hold on
to your polar bears, adrift in unfeeling oceans.
There’s a menagerie beneath the shallows of gum.
Impressive says the dentist: an Xray of tyrannosaurs.
Intertwined. Clinging together as the ship goes down.
Can you feel that? Does it hurt,
to know a living part of you will soon be gone?
He tunes his instruments. There’s drilling, the waft
of singed ivory. Am I the last of the walruses in the room?
One final wrench, all done. He suggests sucking ice
to staunch the flow. A prescription for Paracetamol.
The narwhal is back in its unquestioning cage.
Sensation worms its way home, the fridge hums
as it sponges up resources. Change the gauze
and go for the amnesia-cube. Its chill shock
shoots pain into my palette: spit out the hail stone
and my tongue resigns itself to this ransacked coastline,
a cargo of spilt tusks whale bone silence.