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A large, bright room, a white table, white coats.
Shining instruments, tools and people – ghosts.
Bent over the table
Curious, strong and hard hands.
Stronger and harder human glance, watching the agony.
Professor – the doctor explains.
Touches the little animal.
And from the table rabbit eyes full of fear.
The bound body trembles with pain
When the lancet stabs.
In the sunlight the professor calculates,
Points out, what business is it of his
That the rabbit writhes in pain.
It only exists here
As long as it is alive.
Desperate rabbit's eyes
Meet the human,
Closes therefore its own.
The life of the rabbit so short,
Its heart so small.
They have always done it this way.
Doctors, fathers, grandchildren.
For the higher, loftier purposes
Of humanity and science.
Author unknown: Rabbits, 1942-43
Original language: Polish (excerpt)