ANIMAL COLLECTIVE

do you think a duck gliding across a pond, moving with the current as if pulled
by an imaginary string, really gives a flying fuck about the economic status of
somali refugees travelling in a midday sun with their burnt and boiled feet
somehow withstanding the heat of some white sand covering a vast desert located
only a few degrees away from the equator?

does a deer, a buck or doe, stop in the middle of chewing the dewy grass of a
meadow to ponder how a black man locked in a jail cell for thirty years will
ever be able to buy a navy blue hyundai sonata and a fifty-inch widescreen
television with which to watch the vikings, or that diamond ring for his lover,
or the college tuition for his beautiful teenage daughter?

or what of a mammoth.

would the last mammoth on earth truly have given a shit about a fifteen year old
transexual filipino kid fiddling with the belt buckle of an american tourist who
was on his paid vacation for sitting in an office and working speculations for
an investment bank, who was still fat from the avocado rissoto salad and the
clam and mussel bordelaise and creme brule?

really, does a wily fox or confident lion, or a squeaky mouse chased by a cat
care at all if a poor mexican boy starves to death next to the lifeless body of
his parents in an abandoned trailer sulking at the side of a bumpy gravel road
left behind by some greasy greedy liars who ran away with their money under the shadow cast by a morning sun across the boundary, across the border?

are there any animals that care, out there?

if so,

might i ask ...

where are you?