Black Feathers

PART II

TO WALK A BLACK FEATHERED PATH

I seen Black Jack comin

Spreadin fire and flood

His black cloak flappin

Over bootprints o blood

I seen him bring down cities

Seen him wash away the fields

I seen him grinnin madly

While the mighty learnd to kneel


I seen Black Jack flyin

Leavin sickness in his wake

All he brings is death for us

And all he does is take

If you see Black Jack comin

Best you hide yourself away

When you see Black Jack comin

You’ve seen your final day

Graffiti on the east wall of the Ward substation, Monmouth, England, pre-Black Dawn era, author unknown

The Great Spirit is in all things, is in the air we breathe. The Great Spirit is our Father, but the Earth is our Mother. She nourishes us; that which we put into the ground, She returns to us…

Big Thunder (Bedagi), late 19th century Wabanaki Algonquin

For the Lord your God is bringing you into a good land, a land of flowing streams, with springs and underground waters welling up in valleys and hills, a land of wheat and barley, of vines and fig trees and pomegranates, a land of olive trees and honey, a land where you might eat bread without scarcity, where you will lack nothing, a land whose stones are iron, and from whose hills you may mine copper. You shall eat your fill and bless the Lord your God for the good land He has given you.

Deuteronomy 8:7–10