ORIGINAL PAIN - Jeremiah Eames Rankin Poems


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Rue: Hot pepper of mothers bullwhipped till blood
lava'd down their backs and leapt off their heels
was one-hundred-proof, fire taste of slavery
Pops spooned us raw charring first-hand.

Geo: His whip gashed, splashing into flesh --
what it was made for. The twang
of his whip walloped our shook heads
like a hammer of acid.

Rue: With a swoosh of blood
down the back, the hips, the ass, it shot.
Red sizzled, blazing, off our bodies.
So hot, we felt chills.

Geo: Lash hit us like a whoosh of rain.
Tall screams reared out of Three Mile Plains.
Pops planted two twisted, crooked canes.
See: they flowered into two crooked oaks.

Rue: His fist's width was as long as a horse's cock.
His Decembral love iced over our hearts.