I humbled my hand
through a wound in Carolina
whereabout I learned how to purge
here where the gall smells
like gumbo and ashes
of bodies like incense
I searched the insides like
a midwife hoping for a birth
My hand trembled like a wailing
like grandma’s slap convulses
your body for an hour
She says, I’ll give you
something to cry for
No, it was the haint saying
I’m crying for something to give
here where Carolina
reapers purge some new
bile from the body
where ghost peppers finger
the ribs, strum the soul strings
I play the cage ‘round
a haint’s splurged lungs
I say, breathe
They say, haint
I say, speak
They say, haint
I say, haint
They say,
You
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Len Lawson is the author of Chime (Get Fresh Books, 2019) and the chapbook Before the Night Wakes You (Finishing Line Press, 2017). He is also editor of Hand in Hand: Poets Respond to Race (Muddy Ford Press, 2017) and The Future of Black: Afrofuturism, Black Comics, and Superhero Poetry (Blair Press, 2021). His poetry has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. He has earned fellowships from Tin House, Palm Beach Poetry Festival, Callaloo, Vermont Studio Center, and Virginia Center for the Creative Arts among others. His poetry appears in African American Review, Callaloo, Mississippi Review, Ninth Letter, Verse Daily, and has been translated internationally. Born and living in South Carolina, Len earned a PhD in English Literature and Criticism from Indiana University of Pennsylvania and is currently Assistant Professor of English at Newberry College.