They may be the only ones
Who truly comprehend our feelings
Like the orangutan who held me
Asking what I was really up to
Staring out from my cage
Or the dog who bit my face
When I got too close to his rage
You know the top dog
Not so much left behind
As transformed they maintain
Their hold on the other worlds
Of sound and taste and scent
And though they see our murderous hearts
Still they try to restore us to ourselves
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