Beneath the Lynching Tree

Ann Hibbins
The Execution of Ann Hibbins

The Execution of Ann Hibbins

In the shadows

strung the gallows

head cocked askew.

Such a clatter, a splatter

of drooling lather–

Greeting death,

withheld breath,

Death’s flutter ensue;

Now eyes decry

unsilenced by

her death

by men untrue

 

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