Poetry

Dentist and the Corpse

by Freud Pachenko

A shambling corpse wandered

Through the waiting room, past magazine-faced patients

Staining the office-bland carpet with dripping flesh.

The receptionist called the dentist,

Who tried to throw the corpse out

As it did not have an appointment.

The dentist and the corpse

Wrestled on the ground,

But the dentist had the advantage

Of owning a drill and a mortgage

And the corpse only owned the philosophy

That good health begins with good oral hygiene.