Common rural folk, the kind who fight for food and shelter and when they have it they keep it, store it in holes and barns. Children dole the corn to fowl and bovines who gladly eat and give
sustenance, enough to share or save for when the worst that can haps
Uncles hire warriors to keep watch, or the no-class at all trash take all they have inherited and eat it and burn the hides,
old men beat empty baskets, soft beat them, soft around the fire, old women shuffle, shhh see the ash mixt wit' dust rise on dust devils, swirl swish dance sing soft hear hear us shhh sing soft some rain come soon
Peace in the valley, come see, soft dance.
Ah, you see, I was thinking about the order of things and found there was a category created for men of my sort. I sorta knew it, all along.