Another vagary

Open wide your snaky mouth
that I might examine these healthy rows of fangs.
What’s this? An abscess?
No, it is a limp fragment of pulverized heart
that you failed to remove
in your frequent oral ablutions.
I have warned you before of the dangers of
gargling with blood,
rinsing with bile,
prewhitening with that powder of agony and bones,
I have cautioned you about flossing with the corpses of children.

You listened not, and here is the problem , my dear.
Within your slimy maw
an Auschwitz in an ivory tower
amidst the tottering piles of husks and carapaces
licked clean by the lethal proboscis
that you hide beneath your fetid beak,
the souls of your victims have emerged, melded with violent lavas
and they are drilling into your cruel jaw.

Alas,
thieves have stolen all my anesthesia. Suffer, then.