a logarithm wonders by
unbidden unwanted and forced into why
it shivers and shakes
theoretical nod,
the truth of existence
decides to frown knowingly
feeding on destiny
growing on questions
a mathematician encounters
the numbers and
shepherds them into
a meaning of sorts
despite all his knowledge
the numbers are named
with a smile that looks down
on the students who cower
they tremble; they're white;
they hate his black gown and
they hate that he's right.
Perhaps he may name
and perhaps he may know
but his smile means nothing
his hands shake themselves
in parody of liking
apparent. wanting.