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The deer leaves the dappled clearing, the others follow,
Through the dale, and past the fallow,
Only one conclusion,
That deer's the leader, a ruminant Julius Ceasar.
The herd goes where he does, bucks, fawns and does,
The observations confirming again and again,
Science proceeds,
These men watch the stag lead, his hooves indenting the carpet of leaves,
They write and systematise, what they see,
The evidence of their own eyes,
But failed spectacularly to realise,
Their folly, their error,
Failed to consider they were the inquirer
Your science is biographical, but you think your worldview’s logical, rational
You are the researcher, you're the observer
But no man’s an island, you're tied to your experience, your biology, your land.
You're in the field, but still high up in your Ivory tower,
So used to the view, so sure you couldn't misconstrue,
You saw your insight as global,
Your perspective as total.
Now instead, the quieter footsteps of women, on their science expedition
Used to having to see what's unspoken, used to observing the undercurrents that are interwoven,
Into the fabric of our social dimension,
Stitches gleam if you have to pay attention,
And as they observed the deer’s interactions,
Instead of action they saw reaction...
Saw him not as a leader, not a ruminant Julius Caesar,
But a democratic representative,
Tallying votes and responding to the will of his herd mates,
Rather than issuing top-down dictates,
Gauging consensus, his deference to their preference conscientious.
Grassroots decision making, not an all-powerful stag king
The women were able to shrug off the myth of the alpha,
More used to seeing cooperative power.
Your science is biographical, but you think your worldview’s logical, rational
You are the researcher, you're the observer
But no man’s an island, you're tied to your experience, your biology, your land.
You're in the field, but still high up in your Ivory tower,