It remembers strong male hands leashing its power and rough voices cursing its stupidity. Deep inside its dinosaur grayness leap images of sons, brothers, and fathers. The body of the calf slaps the side of the gully and flies explode. Huge black barn flies swarm a mighty buzz, saluting the fresh corpse. The stench from two dead horses and a huge holstein lures-repulses me closer to the wash.
Flies attack the new calf and feast with noisy greed.
The body of the holstein festers and hisses. I stoop to free my feet from tangling orange baling twine and notice reverent glumps of white wild flowers growing up through a pile of cleaned bones.