Rope, poem by Peggy Ann Tartt

      Whether braided, twisted or coiled,
      Bast fiber, strong as muscle,
      Is useful for holding back a mob,
      Dragging cars out of ditches
      And in the hands of the South
      In the 1930s, for lynching
      If looped and knotted to any strong tree.

      One springtime in Alabama
      As trees bloomed,
      White boys who lost a fight on a freight train
      Rounded up a posse and hustled nine
      Black boys over to the Scottsboro jail,

      Aiming to get some justice—
      Thirty-cents worth of rope would do.


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