COWS

by Matthew Stokoe

He was adrift in their world, unsure of his significance, and to open himself to a point where conversation could take place would only have revealed how unlike them he was.

Meat doesn't have the brains. It just works till it dies or until someone cuts it up."

Killing is an act of self-realisation, it shows a man the truth of his power. And when you know this, boy, the pettiness they try to shackle us with falls away like shit."