Their passion for science
pours out like patriotism.
Hungry and rabid, irrational Eros.
Eyes on fire, spills from the gut—
insecure geniuses
that know so much, accepting
they know nothing— and always will,
yet their idiocy enthrals them.
It catches them by the genitals
like an old and nasty lover.
I can feel it too,
the insatiable emptiness,
the inescapable desire
to open up atoms
and **** the world dry from them.