Celebrating 15 Years
and Ida B. Wells, well, frustrated
the engenderment of the official record;
crisscrossed the country interviewing
poplars that had been accessories to atrocities,
not unlike that which felled her dear friend
Thomas Moss in Memphis, what became the lynch-
pin to her crusade though he specifically
never dangled from a wooden limb
like natural confections scanned for bruises
in the produce section of People’s Grocery.
There is no justice here, he’s believed
to have said before being proven
correct, after the mob descended on his jail cell
with cocked weapons, wearing black masks, blacker
even than those that frame ivory teeth trained
to curvature by the terror of sudden swings
in white men’s temperament: teeth, it was told
around town after town, that rot from the sugar
of white women, sugar that black men steal,
which makes the bloodshed that much sweeter,
worth snapping necks for like stalks of sugarcane,
to say nothing of the black women left hanging at all.
The big lie looms large over the ripening fruits,
standing on their porches with shotguns loaded—
or with their luggage packed, prepared to spread wing
and fly before they’re flown up the bark of a tree
with hounds nipping at their heels and bulbs flashing
for the morning newspapers where it would read
that a dangerous deviant was sentenced to death
by a coalition of concerned citizens: a red record
printed authoritatively in black until a black woman—
Ida B.—took her proverbial red pen to the horrid story
and made history retract its initial word on the subject,
though not its inherent threat which is set in tombstone.
Courtesy Curbstone Books/Northwestern University Press. All rights reserved.
Cortney Lamar Charleston is the author of three full-length poetry collections: Telepathologies, Doppelgangbanger, and It’s Important I Remember (forthcoming). His poems have appeared in Poetry, The Nation, The Atlantic, The American Poetry Review, The Kenyon Review, and elsewhere.
