Maybe the deer are not capitalists,
do not see each other
as belonging to one another.
Don’t call them foolish— they vote
which direction to pursue
with a mere tilt of their heads.
Perhaps the alpha does not have access to pleasure
—is pleasure a capitalist peculiarity?—
but to unassuming moments, unaware
of their potential to be ranked and sorted:
sharp tang of grass,
warm body mounted,
rub of flank on bark,
They could, if we spoke deer,
but perhaps it’s a language
not to learn, but to tilt into.