Are A Vampire's Teeth Totally Pointless? Poem by Michael Gale

What be the point of the vampire's teeth? ...
Sinking down, way beneath.
Beneath, are these pointless teeth...
Not to chew, or even eath.

Blood dribbles down a languid flood bathed in colors of red...
What else may even be said of the dead?
Dribble, drop, splay and droop....
Look very closely at the goop.

Veins only rich in satiny color...
Mostly is the flesh so a whitely palor.
The undead wander through many years passed...
No more friends to talk the time of last.

From one neck as to the other...
No more friends-Not even a brother.
Lonely life does fly by night...
Long lonely nights of deadly fright.

Victims keep on piling into a bloodless heap...
To live on as lies become so cheap, to instill in others a feeling of creep.
No work is wanted or needed by thee...
Everything else is pointlessly free.

Now at last comes to head this unholy vamperalic hour...
Evil dread, while yielding so much raw and unequalled measuring, as in state of power.