COWS

by Matthew Stokoe

They don't know what it means to slaughter through an eight hour shift, to kill and keep killing until the death of an animal sings to you of things beyond yourself."

"Our hearts are only two pounds, not much room for love."

And if Lucy and he could not be like others they would at least approximate the happiness others had.

Flesh-angel.

He lifted his arms and the cows knelt before him. "I can save you."

Paul Atreides is that you?

"We're trying to hide inside each other. We called it love to pretend we were normal but it didn't change anything."