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