We always knew it would be blood,
Sweat,
Tears.
It’s how we were trained to see the world.
As survivors,
Rejects,
Outcasts.
No wolves inside us,
We became these monsters.
Devouring other cryptids,
For growth.
Until we could shake the heavens,
Shatter the sun.
Obliterate stars.
We were beasts in human clothing,
Wearing holed hand me downs.
Color coded clothing.
Rez dogs as people.
White trash hillbillies,
Hick redneck loggers.
Savants hidden in the woods,
Living amongst nature.
Becoming the legends spoken of in stories.
Dark warnings of witchcraft.
Ugly truth tellers,
Gnarled,
Savaged by scars,
Traumas.
Broken folk,
Looking for acceptance,
Abused for our superpowers.
Discarded like the trash we were.
Us few Logger Gurus,
Soon to fade into memory,
With only what wisdoms we hath writ.
Oral storytelling traditions,
Dying out.
We Were Beasts In Human Clothing.
