what if
when we play the tape recorded
song of rival birds in the wild,
the male of the forest
gets ready to defend his
territory, digging claws
into branch, arching beak
into moist summer morning
in the same exact way
we as human animals
open the watergates of our
veins, in response to
the tape recorded clouds,
crashing ocean waves, and falling
oak leaves which the creatures
from andromeda have
elegantly placed along the
freshly wiped laboratory
shelves of planet earth.