Mole

Fionn Andrews

Condylura cristata

You—who has churned that hypo-oxic

ground. Star-nosed. Blind. Thickset-brute.

Your tendrils steer and aerate. The fingered

projections of your Eimer’s organs nudge

the drunken land, escort you into unlit

runways, to prey upon an earthworm, leech.

And though poised to detect some looming

threat, the buzz of seismic wave vibration,

you remain devout to this low-born life,

paw your way through peatland, pond,

freshwater marsh. And all to rise, present

yourself as earthen clot, a divot strictly drilled.

The masked confidant of your dugout world.

FIONN ANDREWS lives in Dublin, Ireland. He is a graduate of Trinity College Dublin. Most recently, his poems have been published by Anthropocene and Poetry London.