Ritual Poem by soren Barrett

A ceremony all things ingrain, planted deeply in every brain worship of the teeth
A cleaning rite, decay to fight freeing daggers and swords from dirt's sheath
Idols of ivory, sharpened tools of connivery, weapons of highest esteem
Cleaned with a brush, debris to flush until they shine with a gleam

It is behind, a smile that we grind our food of the day
Fish or mammal, altars of enamel dedicated to sacrificial prey
A pearly gate, turns polished bait, white lies nature's steel
With one bite there's no more fight food or love becomes the next meal