Ain't No Barn Dance Here

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Ain’t No Barn Dance Here

Bull

The play

The blood the gore

The pledge for the harvest

Horror flicks been there, done that before.

Y’all know that it just ain’t a pretty site to see anything castrated.

And yet perhaps it ain’t done near enough for those wicked folk

who prey on the innocents.

Or even those who take away a woman’s right to pleasure.

There’s a special name for that. In some countries it is

considered quite the normal thing.

I even read in some interpretation of a biblical tale before there

was only bowing down to one creator that a young woman after a good

drink or four had themselves a ceremony where other women deflowered

her, so that first night with her husband wouldn’t give her no pain.

Horror flicks been there, done that before.

The pledge for the harvest

The blood the gore

The play

Bull

 

Horns

The sacrifice

The guts the hearts

The pledge to reunite

To dance pretty in some afterlife

Y’all it just ain’t a pretty sight to see any man or animal that

has been struck dead in some foreign ritual played out.

Whether y’all think Brother Coyote needs to eat or not.

Or to see that hawk take aim for the chicken coop.

I just don’t see no sense in believin’ that blood does any

good for the ground I gotta plant next seasons’ new crop on.

There is some that believe that bloodletting is some good

ol’ cure all - them folk use leeches too. Don’t make me wanna

go and harvest leeches for every scrape and bother I got.

To dance pretty in some afterlife

The pledge to reunite

The guts the hearts

The sacrifice

Horns

Mother

The coins

The foul breath and bets

The dirge before the death

And no one left to unbind her or treat her wounds

I’m just not all sure I got the right mind to understand

why any passion play needs retelling. Too many thorns.

Too many rules that few make for the masses but they

won’t follow themselves ‘cause they think ‘they’ are gods.

I see the sky crying and making mud. Children thinking

that black is a good color for mourning and picking up coins

that their elders done tossed, happy for a good show.

Education. Good for explaining some things. Nature if left

and treated right will take mighty fine care of herself. And maybe

even provide some. But folks think gotta prey and make a killin’

‘cause there are so many dap-burn mouths to feed.

And no one left to unbind her or treat her wounds

The dirge before the death

The foul breath and bets

The coins

Mother...heaven help us.

©Ina