stolen from the wilderness bred and perfected
like an ideal strain, eugenics of happy softness
feels and thinks and moves and it is slave
to us and to our same desires only without
so much extraneousness.
Happy to be noticed to shit and not be beaten
to eat and not be attacked
secluded in a grove of artificiality
cut off from its Darwinian goal
too mortal
Is that what makes it Happy
or Beautiful?
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