Folk Song
On the day we died black dogs ran through the carriage.
The cook buried his daughter in the soup.
The groom severed the head of the bride and fed her remains
to the horses.
to the horses.
The children rank amok in the village while the sky filled with crows.
Nurse maids fed spoons of brine to the landowner’s baby
Nurse maids fed spoons of brine to the landowner’s baby
While the old women of the town stirred crows feet
Into the stew of the king.
Laura Taylor
Wed 15th Feb 2012 09:31
ooOOoooo this is goood!! What a cracking collection of disturbing images. Spoons of brine to the landowners baby...echoes of All The Pretty Horses lullaby in that line.
I really like this - is there a tune to go with it?