Weapon

I find a set of teeth in my house
They are cleaner than my teeth
I use them to build a new mouth
Now I speak every language
Now I speak to the dead

I find a pair of hands in my kitchen
They are stronger than my hands
I cut off the ones that failed me
Soon I’ll be a weapon
Soon I’ll be hunting you

Everything I find
I will use
To replace myself

Everything I find
I will use
To replace myself