A POEM DEDICATED TO THE VAST TRANSNATIONAL
MEDICAL-PHARMACEUTICAL INDUSTRY


Through language we lose
our innocence,
our animal integrity.
Through knowledge
we become ever madder and rougher,
unworthy to kiss the quiet
intestines of quadrupeds.

After Descartes
scientists nailed dogs to walls
to show that beasts could not suffer.


REMAINING PERFECT,

my dog failed to see
two butterflies on his bone.

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