Slave Sonnet #7

Bob Flanagan

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I'm an instrument. I'm a clarinet.
Maestro, I'm an oboe if you say so.
An animal if music's not enough.
Dog on command, shepherd or Chihuahua.
Eat when the dinner bells chime: Ms. Pavlov,
these experiments you've unleashed on me
hurt and strip me of everything human;
even dogs live better lives than I do.
Confession: truth is my life's a picnic.
Here I am, the ant you're about to squash.
"Ow!"--Make that "Ooo."--My lips the letter "O."
I'm a zero; nothing lower than I.
Confine me or crush me--but like magic
each reduction makes me all the more huge.

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