the king of shark's teeth

on the way
to Solomon's island
in Maryland
there is a truck that
sits by the side
of the road selling
shark's teeth.
there's a fat man
under the trees in a lawn
chair and a pitcher
of ice tea.
the sign is crudely
painted in red
letters, perhaps
by a child, or
a drunk hand. bright
red, as if
written in blood.
shark teeth it reads.
the mouth of a shark
opened wide
is drawn too.
the over sized
teeth white and pointed
awaiting a leg
or arm. he is the king
of shark's teeth
you think to yourself
as you speed by,
never stopping to take
a closer look,
or buy one.