In Bovine Fields the Poppies Blow

Sylvia Shawcross In the ghastly world where the mooing herds furiously and fulsomely flatulate in the forever future fields of Blackrock the murmurs of discontent are rippling and snippling and whippling at the breakfast trough. Although well aware of their role of “do and die and not to question why” some rogue bovines are unsettling …