Nov 302015
by Genevieve
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,
thirst.
They could, if we spoke deer,
tell us
but perhaps it’s a language
not to learn, but to tilt into.