Original Pain

Original Text: 
Execution Poems (Wolfville, NS: Gaspereau Press, 2001): 15.
1Rue: Hot pepper of mothers bullwhipped till blood
2lava'd down their backs and leapt off their heels
3was one-hundred-proof, fire taste of slavery
4Pops spooned us raw charring first-hand.
5Geo: His whip gashed, splashing into flesh --
6what it was made for. The twang
7of his whip walloped our shook heads
8like a hammer of acid.
9Rue: With a swoosh of blood
10down the back, the hips, the ass, it shot.
11Red sizzled, blazing, off our bodies.
12So hot, we felt chills.
13Geo: Lash hit us like a whoosh of rain.
14Tall screams reared out of Three Mile Plains.
15Pops planted two twisted, crooked canes.
16See: they flowered into two crooked oaks.
17Rue: His fist's width was as long as a horse's cock.
18His Decembral love iced over our hearts.
RPO poem Editors: 
Ian Lancashire
RPO Edition: 
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