Still Life

I’m having trouble looking animals in the eye. Their empty suits in outer space! Monkeys injected with a virus to show off Our eminent domain, the nervous system. Teacup pigs we breed and obsessive mice Worrying themselves bald in a miniature opera. For pleasures of the tongue we are Winking cattle out of meadows Slashing their throats and swiftly quartering them. In riding habits with gold flame pins we ride horses To hounds, chase a fennec fox until his red Coat flares up against the extinction Of light. Once in a circus we made An elephant disappear and he did not mind.