They cut slits
out of the front
of my head,
through which I peek,
drawing conclusions
from a narrow spectrum of light

They hacked holes
into both sides of my head,
through which I eavesdrop,
making deductions
from a limited set
of wavelengths

They bored two narrow tubes
up front in my face,
through which scents rise,
giving me leads,
insignificant
compared to a dog's

They opened a big hole
in my face,
just below the two tubes,
where basic tastes make contact;
sweet, bitter, sour and salty,
giving me yet another grasp

and they wrapped me
in a suit of skin,
equipped with senses of pressure
and temperature,
so I can avoid and approach

They cut me out
with a light mechanical contraption
for locomotion,
technically advanced,
so I can change the world
and make friends

Brooding, calculation
and identity
came as a surprise to them,
became too much for them,
so they up and left

Now we breathe hard
and make off-spring,
go to court
and become Country Western stars