The animal that lives in the kidney
of the octopus
was once more complex.
We have fewer genes than rice,
and we are outraged when chimpanzees
attack our children while we cut down
their forests.
Because we invented words
we are slaves of language;
and we are willing slaves of number
in the bright abattoirs of slumber.
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