Big mouth

It bears the weight of dried onions, tears of the past

Resting on rusted trunnions, with fears it won't last 

An iron egg shell age hardened, but rotten to the core

A rusting rage relic pardoned, iced under dust of a forgotten war

More noise than shell spitting fire from broken teeth and mouth

Brimstone from hell, a fitting liar, a drunken dry drought

Scattered fallen casings laying all about

Past battle tracings rebuke the face of doubt

When young a short fuse, hole now spiked

A tongue with elevation screws, black soul disliked