Last night I dreamed of a thousand little animals.
A thousand little animals without faces or voices
That could make their way through life
Without needing to see or hear or eat.
A thousand blind, deaf, and dumb animals,
Walking around a barren field,
Indifferent to the world around them.
I wanted to shout at these animals.
I wanted to tell them
That they were going to need to eat,
That they were going to run into each other,
That they were going to die.
But they didn't care;
They kept walking around,
Like it was just another day.
As the sky above me turned to black,
Each of those thousand little animals
Fell to the ground.
Collapsed,
As if the weight of a thousand worlds
Came crashing down upon them,
And there they died,
Their bodies still,
Their limbs limp.
And that was the end of a thousand little animals,
A thousand little animals without faces or voices,
With nothing to do but roam around,
Blind, deaf, and dumb.
