faded dixie rags of oxford

tuesday night
saw the white sheets
wriggle loose from the ancient roots
of cypress trees that no longer weep
as racism begins to rise
students burn campaign posters
spit on presidential photos
and chant ‘nigger’
as if it will whisk them back
to when Colonel Reb
ran rampant
his standard that ‘ol Dixie flag
each of them
forever beggars
pockets filled with hatred
mouths full of bigotry’s lustful seed
and Colonel Reb
dies again like those flames
in a shroud of faded Dixie rags
leaving those ghosts
settled in Oxford
feasting on that hate
with morsels of mint


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