Cows graze in concrete pastures,
where once bloomed fields of sweet, lavender grass,.
gathering in homogenized herds,
lowing in mute bovine confusion,
their dumb eyes search the horizon
for the farmer who no longer comes.
They follow asphalt rivers
through dead cities, trampling splintered bones and fallow dust,
lolling about the face of the world
uncertain of their destination.
Coming upon an abandoned abattoir,
instinctively, they fall into line,but with no one to start the machines
all they know to do
is wait…
and wait…
