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The Oak Tree’s Burden

To Clyde Johnson, lynched August 3, 1935

Your weight

bows my branch

toward the earth

I was not made for this

I will never be the same


like a fractured

unset bone

that cannot heal straight

Gnarled in eternal nod

like your bark-colored head

So heavy

our body-breaking hour


forgive me

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