Biology Class

Planaria I recollect a bit,
and how the legs of frogs resemble ours,
but vivid is reserved for when we hit
the cranium of fetal pig. It jars
me even now – our sample’s brain unfit,
that puddled out like pudding. My memoirs
should be significant, I always thought,
but memory must live on what it caught.

(Ottava Rima)

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