Spooky Poetry: Hunting for Teeth

out hunting for teeth
that will be used no more
from those whose souls do sore

this One is so fresh
just hanged he was this mourn
from flesh his life is torn

maggots start their feast
grotesque though it does seem
tis easier unseen

prying teeth from thee
seems to be so unjust
this won’t stop my hard thrust

I beseech my Lord
do not punish me here
his teeth I do not fear

in my own judgment
I intend to reuse
these Pearls are my Muse

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry. Inspired by “Out Hunting for Teeth!” by Francisco de Goya y Lucientes.

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