The Dentist said

by Bruce McRae

Let me hand you your head.

He said your mouth

is Ali Baba’s cavern

filled with treasure beyond measure.

He said I’m not superstitious

but I cross myself

when you open up and face me;

I recite the Act of Contrition.

He said do you eat

with that mouth?

Do you kiss your mother?

He said your mouth

has the River Styx running through it.

It’s an abandoned subway station.

The dentist wiped his brow and said

when you open your mouth

the Kraken wakes.

I’m reminded of ruins underwater.

I see the abyss opening

and congeries of demons.

He said wince then rinse.

He said this is going to hurt

you more than it hurts me.

I thought of warm breezes

rustling grasslands and savannahs.

I thought of drifting snow in the Arctic,

an island in the sun,

its white sands and waters

as warm as blood.

Sunsets the colour of blood.

Blood-stained sunrises –

a sharp shock

woke me from my revery.

Your mouth, the dentist said,

is like a wooden gate

banging in the wind

on a farm in Arkansas.

It’s a hot dry wind,

dust-devils skirling over

drought-ridden fields,

the scent of rain in the air

warning us a storm is coming.

A terrible storm is coming.


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Writers Bio

Bruce McRae, a Canadian musician currently residing on Salt Spring Island BC, is a multiple Pushcart nominee with over 1,600 poems published internationally in magazines such as Poetry, Rattle and the North American Review. His books are ‘The So-Called Sonnets’ (Silenced Press); ‘An Unbecoming Fit Of Frenzy’; (Cawing Crow Press); ‘Like As If’ (Pski’s Porch); ‘Hearsay’ (The Poet’s Haven).



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