Where are the white negroid teeth?
Where?
In our little pinched mouths they have no room.

We are sympathy-rotten, and spirit-rotten, and idea-rotten.

We have forfeited our flashing sensual power.

And we have false teeth in our mouths.

In the same way the lips of our sensual desire go thinner and more meaningless, in the compression of our upper will and our idea-driven impulse.