a mouth filled with laughter
is not a mouth of smirk,
satire, cynical wit,
for those mouths are winnowed
in claustrophobic caves,
a laugh not from a joke
but an encompassing hilarity,
a mirth that fills the mouth
such that no tin note
or whistling squeak of wickedness
may reside, a joy that centers
in the loss of self’s epicenter,
full of the inchoate syllables of wonder,
a mouth so open with awe
that evil is repelled entry