Dissect me. Tear out my insides, call it adapting evolving, part of your biology I squirm, pinned by your processes. Call it science, and I- will call it as it is,
Murder me. Keep me captive, I leap free while you all leap to conclusions, like frenzied flies to ponds of sugar water placebo pills. My strong legs bound, but I- am not free,
Free me. Cut me loose instead of open, send me to the pond. You call it breeding. I call it family. One escapes, you call it a taboo dinner, and my heart is bleeding on the table, a practice autopsy, but I know the cause of death, and I- will call it as it is.