Steve Roberts

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.