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