That Great Divide

That great divide                    between his teeth,
It looks like it                    has grown to be
A place for food                    to sit and stay
Until the teeth                    just rot away.
If only he                    would shut his mouth.
He has so much                    to talk about.
Of what he speaks,                    I cannot care,
For at this gap                    my eyes just stare.
My thoughts: decay                    and entropy;
The limits of                    mortality.
We wish to find                    a sense of worth,
But if we don’t                    help ourselves first,
Our souls just may                    be swallowed by
The darkness of                    that great divide.