Words which slither ‘twixt this tooth and tongue
May please or not as the case may be.
The sound of language on the air seems fair.
Take splendid, such a splendid word
Rich in sparkling overtones
You can say that again.
These intersecting consonants
This chinwag enchantment of verbose skulduggery
Now coalesce in jawbone justifications
Of one irrefutable fact.
It is I!
I, the mouth, who is speaking
Down here beneath the nose.
Pallet, tooth, tongue and lip.
Four cohorts with muse conspire
Articulate a looping string of syllables
Long verbal lines of pendant lures
Cast amongst a sea of ears
Like trumpet seashells tuned to catch
Each regulated tone
With relish to appreciate
The essence of a poem.