{"id":1921,"date":"2019-03-11T08:00:13","date_gmt":"2019-03-11T15:00:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=1921"},"modified":"2019-03-16T07:50:19","modified_gmt":"2019-03-16T14:50:19","slug":"children-of-the-tree","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=1921","title":{"rendered":"Children of the Trees"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Deborah L. Davitt<\/h4>\n\n\n\n
A giant loomed in their sky, swollen,
striped, and possessed of white-staring eyes;
the children of the trees paid homage to their titan
with bark-strip baskets filled with fungal cakes
each time he stole and ate the sun,
hoping to fill him up enough with sacrifice,
that he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d vomit her back up again,
release his hostage,
as they huddled in their homes.
 
In the long dark, the cold came,
and strange things flew upon the air,
screeching creatures who swooped down
and stole the unwary, who strayed too far
from the safety of the Tree\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mazy branches,
inward-turned and crooked into a labyrinth
that only the children could follow.
 
When the sun peered over the horizon,
staining the air with bronze, the youngest gamboled
in the maze, leaping and gliding, branch to branch,
finding leaves and fruits to eat, stockpiling mushrooms
against the titan\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s appetite, and drank sweet sap
from under the bark that they stripped away,
while their elders hunted the huge and clacking beetles
that bored into the Tree\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s heart;
they traded those shining carapaces,
those iridescent wings,
to the maddened children who\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d forsaken their Trees
for lives of stone and metal in the mountains
or lives spent wresting crops from the ground in the plains.
 
The mad ones told the children that a house of stone
was proof against the nightflyer\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s rage;
that if you traveled long and far, there were lands
in which the titan never ate the sun;
the children laughed to hear such tales,
proof of the mad ones\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 insanity.
 
But when their crop of fungus failed,
they wept, for they knew the titan\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hunger;
to ensure that the sun would rise once more,
they prepared for him a greater feast,
selecting the youngest of their number.
 
To their dismay, he fled the honor
of being sacrificed to the swollen monster in the sky;
he fled to the mountains before night fell,
and found to his surprise,
more welcome in a house of stone
than he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d ever felt within his Tree.
 
Three hundred cycles of light and dark passed
before he returned to his ancestral Tree,
carrying blades of blackened earthblood
and with stories and truths to tell.
 
But when he arrived, he found that his Tree
of all the forest, stood withered and sere;
the tribes who lived in other branches,
claimed that all those who had dwelled within,
had set upon each other two hundred cycles past;
some had fled to other Trees and other tribes\u00e2\u20ac\u201d
the rest had fallen to lie among its roots.
 
He found their skulls and vertebrae
tangled among the lowest vines\u00e2\u20ac\u201d
he asked them softly, what had passed,
if the titan had indeed punished them,
if their deaths were, in some way, his fault.
 
The wind soughed in the branches,
but the dead ceded him no answers.
And looking up at the titan above,
he left his ancestral tree once more,
never to return.

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