'The fiddler came that night and cut its trunk. The devil burned his hand, the scald of wood was still alive.' Photo: by Jocelyn Morales on Unsplash
Black Jesus
Poem by Dana Littlepage Smith
by Dana Littlepage Smith
3rd December 2021
After the man was lynched,
the hickory licked lightning
from a white sky.
The fiddler came that night and cut its trunk.
The devil burned his hand,
the scald of wood was still alive.
