Excerpt from Circle of Life/Stupid Fat Ugly Cow (work in progress)

Yum, yum, yum, yum.

Smell the blood of the little people.

Their susceptibility to coyotes in leafy suburbs grows by leaps and bounds.

Remain perfectly still.

Eventually you will remember nothing

but the way to the feeding grounds

the place where the fairgrounds were, and the speckled animals

trying to hide against the dirt.