Unicorns

What mystery required unicorns
(Explanatory myths allaying fears)?
Old profile pictures of an eland’s horns?
Or questioning what lies “too deep for tears”?

Were minds that once believed in things unseen
Concrete or primitive or merely dull?
And why on earth a horn so long and keen?
To signal risky, not just magical?

I’m glad to say that I’m a scientist–
Not spooked by shadows, using lucid schemes.
When I’m alert it seems there’s nothing missed,
But I’m harassed by worry and bad dreams.

Whatever I reject or spurn or scorn
As pointless pierces me: a unicorn.