Kurdaitcha

Hidden in a secret place

The kurdaitcha lay silent

Wrapped in a scrap of Kangaroo leather

They have a destiny with a victim unknown

A webbed netting of human hair

Soft down Emu feathers woven like deaths hand basket

The stick of

Blood binds them

Human blood

The night falls

The moon fails

A shaman unwraps a perpetrator’s gift

The shoes are worn now

Never to be seen by another

No woman no child

The last soul they see will surely have died

These feathers leave no tracks

But the trail is not cold

As you lie down taking your last breaths

Some evil has been sent and so under your breath

The whispered name means guilt

You have sentenced your judge to death

The magic man may watch for signs

Burrows from the grave

A creature points the way

As feather meets dust

So to will the evil

Some have died out of fear when the kurdaitcha arrive

They know what’s been said and you can no longer hide

Deaths at your door you know it by its shoes

Carefully woven and crafted just for you

They have made one single trip to end up where you are

No one escapes no matter how far

Justice now served

Death for a death

The kurdaitcha remain until there is no one left