I want to celebrate the talent of teeth,
the bite, the grind, the tear, the chew,
something my gums alone couldn’t do.

Mexican street corn is best.
I pop in the fire flavored kernels
one by one in homage to my teeth.

My jaws crush the tough roasted kernels,
maxillaries et al,
as I relish the joy of the munch.

My masticating molars pulverize to mush
the heat hardened hull and dried endosperm.
while my ears enjoy from inside my skull
the musical percussive crunch.