I came back to the sweet, cloying smell of fresh blood, <br />it was daubed over the floors, up walls and had <br />clogged up the spittoons. <br /> <br />There were three nurses, out cold, in the waiting room <br />and one throwing up in the rest room <br />while the dentist, stone white, looked on. <br /> <br />Is someone going to clear up this mess up, he shouted. <br />I started in the front surgery, the debris was everywhere, <br />it took me two hours. <br /> <br />Then I made them all tea, threw away the towels, <br />sat down in the corner of the room <br />and asked, 'What the hell happened here? ' <br /> <br />Mr Duncan-Smith did a surgical, they said <br />and as I raised my eyes to the ceiling, <br />there dripped the last spot of blood.<br /><br />Ruth Walters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mayhem-3/
