American Primative

Inside an archaic framework she fetches a pail from the fields, the bucket on her hip is full of broken eagles. Wind turbines churn in the distance. He takes the mangled birds plucks them, puts their heads on poles loads them onto a flatbed. His dour darling fixes fixings with a rusting air-fryer; plaits her hair with chicken wire. Drones mourn like doves in the evening. Rattling pods spread their dry seeds over abandoned crops. Bald feathers flap on a black-booted scarecrow. A morbid factotum arrives deposits clods of earth from out the back of of a fly-specked hearse. Horse heads turn on a squeaking wind vane. Inside a slow burning barn Unstrung fiddles lay at rest in their open coffins.