'Mathematicians at Work'

hunker down on their hands and knees
   and sniff the problem
poke it with ungentle fingers
   rub it raw with steel wool
wad it up in a ball and cackle
   then pound it flat with little mallets
watch it rise like dough (uh oh)
   resume its original shape
screech, swing at it with hatchets
   spatter the walls with oozing fragments
stare horrified at the shattered bits
   reassembling themselves, jump up
attack the problem with icepicks
   gouge holes six inches deep
and seven inches across
   (chew the mangled matter
spit it out and belch) kick the thing
   into a corner, remove their belts
and beat it senseless, walk off
   with the answer in their pockets.

	-- Judith Saunders