Oregon Zoo, 11 September 2001
At the Arctic Circle, a bear gnaws on a knotty piece of wood. In Africa, a hippo lies next to his mate, rolls of muscle and fat asleep; one eye awake.
"It's a Hornbill, a Brown Hornbill."
"Those are Storks."
What do animals call each other? What's Deer got to say?
On display in a replication of your provenance is the ultimate degradation.
What have we done to deserve this fate except not to be born human?
We know where we are; but will our offspring, born into a simulation
know too? Is reality a genetic map of one's indigenous range?
The glimmer behind the gaze.