Whatever this day holds,
we will live to see it through,
to walk down the graveled drive,
its cindered, osteal sounds,
to watch stars like gold-filled teeth
chatter with us in the cold.
with Greg Williamson's:
There have been souls who drowned in pity, drowned
In sorrow. Just last week,
There was a glimmer of something out on the surface,
Then it went under. When divers went in,
They found gold teeth
And hundreds of miles of water.