One of my teeth
Fell out.
Yesterday,
A gold one
Full of rot
I thought
Loss of ones teeth
Was simply
An example
Of the God of Aging’s
Determination
To degrade us
Into our graves.
When we were young
Our minds flew about us
As though untethered
From our bodies.
Now, in our dotage
Our minds observe
Our bodies
Escape us
Piece by piece
Neuron by neuron.