I mourn the Auroch

Eulogy to the Auroch

I mourn the Auroch, the giant forebear of modern de-natured cattle. I mourn the sweet, steaming breath of the herds that roamed the Kentish Weald. I mourn the deep, liquid gaze of its curious eyeball scanning me for my intent. I mourn the first stumbling steps of huge and humble calf, the lingering lick of outsized mother. I mourn the massive scent of auroch dung and its squelch beneath the little boots of my little lad. I mourn the scale of the auroch and the corruption of our sense of scale.

By Nigel Rayment

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Published in: on July 28, 2010 at 10:09 pm  Leave a Comment  

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