Skin of tarnished silver,
Arched forehead and
Welcoming handle,
His teeth, Four prongs,
Brandished like serpent fangs.
Beside him, sits his
Oval headed
Sister, Her empty palate,
Waiting to be filled.
Resting upon
My dinner table-
A fork and spoon.
Lazarus Knix
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