The Axolotl Inquest

for Rachelle Wright

No one asked the axolotl
“Would you like to leave
the warm peridot waters
of Lake Xochimilco?
Would you trade the fertile chinampas
for an aquarium and floodlight scrutiny
in our research labs?”

Maybe if we’d asked the axolotl
he’d have said, “¡Órale!”
Morphing back to doggish deity Xolotl
he might have barked,
“Get me out of this lake slurped dry,
these stagnant canals. Free me from
invaders—plastic-bag-toting tourists
and suffocating water lilies,
these upstart carp and tilapia
who eat my eggs!”

But no one asked the axolotl
“May we shed your pebbly olive skin?
May we make you white, even pink
as pet owners prefer?
May we sever your arms
to watch them regenerate
and clip notes from the arpeggio
of your spine?”

Maybe if we’d asked the axolotl
he’d have agreed to
less harmonic vertebrae
nonessential eye transplants
surgically swapped brains.
He might well have pleaded
for procedures, tied himself up in knots
for the privilege of advancing
human knowledge.

But maybe not.
While fellow gods eviscerated themselves
to coax the newborn Sun to crawl
Xolotl transformed into a walking fish
and scurried into the lake
where he endured for centuries
unblinking
the shit and garbage
of urbanization
until

someone saw his nubby teeth
and lipless grin, the swishing tail
like man’s best friend
and assumed the god was here to serve.
So no one asked the axolotl.

(Editors’ Note: “The Axolotl Inquest” is read by Erika Ensign on the Uncanny Magazine Podcast, Episode 15B.)

Lisa M. Bradley

Lisa M. Bradley is a Tejana living in Iowa. Her work has appeared in numerous venues, including Cicada, Strange Horizons, and Here We Cross: A Collection of Queer and Genderfluid Poetry. Her first collection is The Haunted Girl (Aqueduct Press). She runs with a pretty sketchy crowd, but you’re welcome to follow her on Twitter (@cafenowhere). To read more of her work, see www.lisambradley.com.

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