Big bad hot things: To my dad/ Jose of the sisters is coming monday for leak repairs.

My mouth is a station, a border wall brutally manned.

My teeth are the sentries, my tongue, the unloaded gun.

And with it, htere is  non-shriek of silence; a mute of  hair-trigger rounds,

 These are the defences of my killing army of violence, that long to blaze your error to the ground. MB