ANIMAL
animal
you call me
an animal
so now I think I know
where this leads
think I know
where
I stand
somewhere in
that dark privileged space
it is an insult to
biology
to call a brain
thoughts of the tried
and trusted: turning me
into soap, lampshades, fertilizer
maybe
I should just
shapeshift
out of your way
or maybe
shapeshift inside you
do what
animals do
helo you redefine
your notion of horror
AND AGAIN
we discovered
a planet of poets
annihilated with
our death ray
could be a useful
profitable resource
so had
their bodies skinned
last night I had a pretty
intense, harrowing dream
inspired by reading
one of their poems
about someone
who ill-
advisedly brings
back to his house
a captured alien, one
of their queens
and dare not leave her
unattended for fear
of what
we might fast-
evolve or transform into
and so my
guilt-ridden nightmare
of horrific self-
transmutation
am never
going to read
any of those poets’
poetry again dreaming such horror again and again
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