snap out of the bison mood, darling

if you want to blow smoke up your nose

and aim for the other direction

or Lapland



this direction belongs to other species

discovered in due time

with pictures in encyclopedias and viscera soaked in formaldehyde

in many museums of the world

you haven’t even got a Latin name anymore



you evolve with one thought per year

your nerves have dropped lower than your knee level

and if you bite nobody dies any longer

the wolves are yawning while watching

and you



you still believe that size matters