MATHEMATICIANS AT WORK - Judith Saunders Poems


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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.