The Dentist

(A whimsical look at the search
for the true Self with a playful nod
to Walt Whitman’s “O Captain!
My Captain!”)

O Dentist! My Dentist!
what do you see?
Tongue, teeth alone
or the very soul of me?

Peering down
that warm, dark shaft,
your mindless chatter
creates a draft.

If a captive’s cry
you hear within,
lower some floss
and rescue him.

For how he longs
to be set free
by anyone, including
the likes of thee.

Β© 2006 Dennis Ference

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