LAB RATS

My mice can solve quadratic equations

I know it.

I'm sure of it.

They are brilliant creatures:

philosophers

scientists

poets

But they have no fingers to write

no voice to speak

they have a universe of Gods

and rules and morality

that we can never imagine

I know

- I am certain of it.

And what do they imagine?

How will they envision response

to the poison I place

to the springs and arrows

I leave before them

for their punishment

of simply existing?

Will they attribute it

to a bitter wrathful god

or will they know the truth?

And how will they respond?

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