The Conflicts in Dust who danced with Fields of the other evergreens ceremonially tree
There was a war before you where born. A war of the Faiths layed ruin to the land. Burned down farms. Left unknown numbers killed and laid in hasty shallow graves. Long before you where born there rose a dust storm. That turned the sky black. A wall taking up the entire sky horizon to horizon and coming fast. A wind like claws that scraped the crops away. Filled babies lungs with dust. Made barb wire fences spark with static charge. And rain became a mythical thing. Folks sacrificed snakes hung belly up on wires as offering to whatever gods will bring sweet and saving rain. Dust devils rose higher then Men and they stole cows and chickens spinning fur and feather flew the live stock reduced to bones. So long lines of sacred tree shelter belts and groves where planted and tended into vast glyph's that could be only be seen in flight. To re moisten the earth to save the plains. By now saved but conflict remains trees are nasty awful Pagan things the government made to way lay our liberty. I'll take a shot gun. You know that I got one and shoot me and god damned tree.
Frequently became Abandoned with Crows
That kid always had this unwholesome smell to him like wet feathers. His mother saw how the crows would gather around him if left alone long. So she abandoned him on a lonely country road. Alone and knowing he had been abandoned. His mother slunk off drove away leaving him to play with the black birds. The crows would cuddle up to him at night to keep him warm like blankets. They would bring back bags of food they find like cheetos and bread. Cold french fries from thrown out sacks. The crows kept him alive until some family would see him along dressed in rags wandering beside the road. They would adopt him but the cycle would begin anew.
The sky blackens Flooded Flat Lands mantel, holds his midnight.
So they farmers pack into churches invoke the three to do something to relieve them of the existence of the others. The rising culture of we won't do what were told too. To help things along they slaughtered calves and lambs like the blood ooze down the isle between the pews. And the skies began to blacken and a strong hail howled like a curse allowed. So days on days of rain flood the mantel of the plans. The Three's Midnight drowned the land of every Woman and Man. And the kids and babies did float in the waters and bloat beside drowned cows. When the water receded the people returned and repeated. Returned and repeated.
Tree worship black-faced horned creature
Whole large areas where cleaned of the Pagan community. The good people moved in to clear out the trees. The shelter belts fell like dominoes. So did the groves. And these trees where spells to keep in a demon. Something between an animal and a Man black faced and horned. A Man's face full of rage it broke into houses and ripped whole families apart to eat their hearts. Scores where killed before a posse armed with shotguns and torches finally cornered the beast and put it down.
2 Headed Bird Requiem for midnight
There is nothing like the mournful sound of the two headed birds requiem for midnight. Woody melodies from long flute like beaks. A song so strong but never captured on a recording either digital or tape.
Black Bird's Tale of the Scarecrows
These long thin Humans whose ragged clothes blow in the wind. Watching the fields day and night. From hunger made weak a crow goes to the field to feed its beak. A sudden rush from the cornrows and there pounces a scarecrow. He twist the birds neck with a soft snap. Adds another bobble to his necklace of Beaks.
sacred to appear use of holly Masks
Red red masks of fresh holly. We sing we fling ourselves nude across the snow to carol holy songs just howls and growls for they are pre-Human ballads. Song by stout throats to echo in damp caves. Naked but concealed by the holly masks. A yearly fantasy for the brave indeed. All pale and goose bumpy from the cold wind and ankle deep snows.
The Shelter Belt Combat Combines
In these dark times there where battles. Wars over ownership of fields. Disputes over a few feet of land. Combines where decked out with lances, mounted guns. Ramming spikes. They hide behind shelter belts in groups to ambush enemy foot troops. Shotguns roar as they are spiked or run down. Hidden in trees children's tin battle bugles sound.