Saturday, October 15, 2005 - The Dentist visit

In unarmored reconciled anticipation,

my palms awash with sweat.

I engage the return of the tyrant,

who from my pain a yield must get.

Greeting me with faux compassion,

the sadist general arrives with a smile.

Upon the tray his utensils of torture,

with which he yields unmerciful guile.

No equal for his dreadful weapons,

white knights outflanked are open in rows.

He decimates them rank and file,

the gallant wounded he chooses to expose.

Return to camp for the survivors,

the battle now lost but the war is won.

No future campaigns for the veterans,

unless the ivory soldiers again come undone.

Dusky maiden cleans the lances, maces and swords,

naught left for the generals to say.

Smug in triumph the gossamer gauntlets removed,

bow to the the victor who I must pay.