Two Dentists and a Funeral -Copyright M.Ziza 2003  (21/6/01)




Head at the window, looking down at the funeral, of Robert Menzies.

Up stairs at the dentist, is the chair... that dreaded chair.

Old mans' nostrils looking down at the child....the cavity.

While corpses below in procession, up the road slither past me. (like this)





Draped in blue, dresssed in new shoes - of leather they're squeaky

And after the service, we'll have ice cream and movies...

And a train ride through the suburbs, (old) Bobby never looked so good

His mates that came cryin', while nosed pressed up to the glass I sat, sighing.





Head at the window looking down at the funeral, of Robert Menzies.......