The Scientist
His sex organ
Resembles the mole,
Tiny, myopic
Eye wiggling
Through fertile tunnel,
Fearful it will
Be found out,
Banished from its sacred
Burrow: to be
Devoured alive
A less painful end. Research
Funding again
Approved, his
Is one perception plowing
For resolution,
A smorgasbord
Of entrances, departures
& avenues, tube
Fed into words
& words fed into tube,
Slick & elusive.