A figure
bent with
grief
A woman in an orange
sack dress her
head upon the
table
tears in her eyes
She remembers Jake
his strong embrace
his powerful tawny
hands
his strong back
He’s gone now
They found him
dangling from
an old oak tree
his arm limp
his body broken
castrated
he was lynched
white men talked in
the town as if
they were proud.
Jake’s death was an
Emblem of white manhood
Adorned in all its cowardice
all its sickness
throughout
all this the white woman
stood firmly
by the white man’s side.
Jake’s widow
cried
her tears will
not be
forgotten
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