Souls In A Jar

Many years ago
Years by the many
I used to work for a shop
That bought scrap metal
A man came in with a bag
Hanging from his bony body
With his brows lifted he asked
If we sent scrap gold off to be melted down
Refined for money
I said, we did
He then pulled from his bag
A one gallon pickle jar
Filled to the top with gold teeth
The roots looked like
Stalactites and Stalagmites
Bunched together within the glass
I asked, where did you get these?
He said, he worked for a funeral home
I said, get out!
He sai...