An American sentence acrostic

Released by age, pharmaceutical rot, infection,
by spiral cracks in the foundation, the determining if

brief canaling of roots, our teeth lose their blood-
warmth and descend from their gummy nests like

ants. At first just one. Then, an absurd
trickle, like bitcoin, like stock.

Down they come, crushed ice of molars, slivered canines,
from the dark quilt of a once-thermal, once-fertile mouth.

A dream about their loss signifies larger fears, like one of that
skylight never ascending again in its eastern golden gown,

then of its silvery counterpart also failing to rise. Awake, teeth
disappear to remind us that, yes, all bright bodies do go dark.