Another Day In The Farming Collective On The Border Between Sussex and Essex A fine line of blood goes from the three bullocks in Little Barn field through yesterday’s national referendum when this island broke out of Europe Separated from their families earlier today they bellow like mad standing in the shadow of the abandoned barn as the sunset melts into another Constable painting behind the rolling hills to the West on Monday they’ll go to the abattoir Humans and their hubris Humans and their fears No Übermensch in sight Just 'Arbeit Macht Frei’ written in clouds floating in the pink expanse