An Urgent Message for the Scientist

art is made from naked bodies

you sometimes maim
in fits of passion
you sometimes stain
with self expression

latex fingers dressed and painted
our breasts
single-celled and pliable

fascinated with our forms

but now as we lay
expectant and exposed
granted the modesty of
a coverslip

your interest is divided
by numbers

spread like a painting
under your aperture
all you care about is chemicals