When, my quiet scientific friend, ...

When, my quiet scientific friend,
fattening your rabbits for the blood-tap,
the smirking pig trotting toward its noose,
did you first think of grafting a just discovered life
to your life? Because the material substance is hostile
(you formerly explained) it must be tricked
into welcoming the foreign substance
that can save it, the trickle of pig
you now slip inside a man's cranium Call it
immuno-suppression. Or call it
a violation of self when the spores
leech by the agency of the soft Parkinsonian
ganglia, in the way that the ...