I never met my grandfather, but I did meet his teeth.


Finding our feet in fibreglass
The air suspended in time; dry
and musty, cobwebs in our mouths
Arid land of memory

"His teeth! His teeth!" landed on me -
You threw them hard and screeched like mad
Snug in their little drawstring bag
The only remnant of your dad

A man who was both feared and loved
A face absent from albums
The last great adventurer; he
Struck you once again from heaven

Surprise visitor, out of time
And the lot of us all just laughed-
You and me and the teeth made three
Their thick plastic rattled with glee.