Hello flatness my old friend
I've come to talk with you again

Because incisions softly creeping
Left me bleeding while I'm sleeping

They're incisions
That implanted in my vain
Will to gain

Cleavage from
Mounds...of science


In breastless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of silicone

'neath the J-Lo of a teat-lamp
I burned my bras-siere and I boldly stamped

When my thighs were grabbed by a trashy and peed-on guy
Who kissed my eye

And touched my
Mounds...of science


And in this naked guy I saw
Ten thousand steeples, maybe more

Steeples stalking without seeking
Steeples leering without leaking

Steeples striking gongs
Whose silence meant, alas,
Me they'd bypass

Without those
Mounds...of science


Friends said why, oh don't you know,
Science might a cancer grow

Hear our words that we might teach you
Take our arms that we might reach you

But their words
Like silent raindrops fell

Cascading
Down my mounds...of science


And the steeples wowed and praised
As my saline mountains raised

And my mind flashed out tit's warning
In dream-words I heard that morning

And my mind said
Your curves are the profits
You've given to your doc's payrolls
For surgical holes

In which there
Are now mounds...of science