I am ripe, full, swollen 
You examine my body where it has fallen 
You have a habit to feed -- and this fruit 
Seems like the sweetest poison 
I am supine, passive, silent 
I long to be used used in the way I was meant 
Obscene fertility in casual beauty 
My blood spilled, my seeds spread 
This is the natural way 
I exist for you to evaluate 
Shat out or systematically bred 
Or carefully preserved but dead 
“My God!” I hear your voice, “such an unusual specimen” 
I am gutted, taxidermy-stuffed, mended, gutted again 
I am supine, passive, silent 
I’ve earned my place among men of science 
My likeness described by poets and painters 
The jewel of your collection 
Such an unusual specimen 
Gutted, stuffed, mended and gutted again 
To those of independent taste 
The height of fashion -- perfection!