• Connor McNamara

Naked Mole Rat

Updated: May 5

We are naked mole rats

Shoveling through earth to

Find a tuber.

Dry crumbled cake of Soil pushed aside by tiny pink claws;

Like snarled baby hands-

Scrambling in the dark, cool tunnels

Hidden from bright sun; Wrinkled arms, heads, bodies, midget tails

Searching in the dark. Hundreds, climbing over and over each other

A pornographic display of base craving

All to find That nugget of want. The treasure must be captured!

O viridescent gem of the ground Dripping sweet nectar Not just a root, the final prize of the desert


Connor McNamara

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