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They would have us flounder, lone blind fish,
The short sharp silver knife blade twisting
Through the broken skull: intelligence grows,
They patiently teach, with this roasted flesh.
The aromas of gentle burning death
However dull the senses, make us dogs,
Leashed and schooled, so words swim unnoticed
In an ocean of hunger and longing.