(Originally posted on this blog April, 2013)

“The Lynching Tree”
Illustration from home.earthlink.net

you squirm with the worms

in your cankerous

craters of ignorance

deep in its damps

where sunlight can’t cleanse

your arbitrary filth

yet somehow you thrive

with your burgeon

of slithering isms

you now and then scrabble

up and over the rim

don your sheets

mount your dragon

and visit our civilized

precincts to peddle

more unctuous bilge

until someone like me

kicks your pustulant ass

back down that black hole

where your mortified

parents abandoned you