The Earth beneath Lynching Trees: Poems
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Thomas Ronald Vaughan
Thomas Ronald Vaughan was a parish minister and healthcare administrator in North Carolina after graduating from Duke University Divinity School. Additionally, he earned a Master of Arts and a Doctor of Ministry. He holds standing in the United Church of Christ and in the Presbyterian Church USA, and has served congregations in both denominations. His publications include poetry, book reviews, a book chapter, and articles in professional journals. His books include, Being Deaf at the Tower of Babel: Poems (Resource Publications), and The Love of God and The Age to Come: No Eternal Hell (Wipf and Stock).
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The Earth beneath Lynching Trees - Thomas Ronald Vaughan
PASSION COLORS
If flame and fire burn brightly
In passion’s purple hue,
Then name for me the color
When lovers are untrue.
When vows are hot by morning
But turn to scorn by night,
The color has its agent –
Diminishment of light.
Some souls have felt its arrow,
The cold and stinging smart.
Some souls have worn it bravely,
Black wreath upon the heart.
THE EARTH BENEATH LYNCHING TREES: 1. LYNCHING
In Montgomery, Alabama, a museum has collected jars of dirt
From under lynching trees.
Curators have no interest in agriculture,
Only what happened above
On the hot days and damp nights
When strong branches held firm,
When the quick snap and gurgle
Produced roaring cheers and wild applause
From a curious and frothing mob.
I have seen such a jar,
From an untold story,
Central Tennessee,
And I was smitten and shaken
By the blackness of the soft, rich loam,
Compacted to fit, pressed down,
Tin lid in top, tight,
Sacred, shouting, gasping for the thin air.
And I also saw, as I looked away,
That decency, love, and humanity itself
Once hung there,
But only by a dangerous, fraying thread.
Later, white-shirted old men,
Reeking of smoke and sweat,
Drove on home and went to bed.
THE EARTH BENEATH LYNCHING TREES: 2. CUTTING HIM DOWN
Pushing through the enraged and jittery crowd,
She screamed, My boy! My son!
They respectfully parted to let her pass,
Horrified stares quite helpless now.
Looking up, she stopped, suddenly quieted,
And oddly thought how straight it was:
The tall tree, thick rope,
Handsome head at a slight tilt,
Arms perfect at his slender side,
Thin legs she could see partially
Through the muddy, torn flour sack pants.
She thought of the cotton field nearby
Its long, crisp rows of black earth and fluffy white.
Then, suddenly, his brother touched her
And shouted, Cut him down! Cut that rope!
Lifelessly, he fell across the thick, broad shoulders
Of this younger son.
"I got him. He ain’t heavy at all. I got him.
Let’s go home, Momma. Let’s just go on home."
And dazed and staring and exploding inside,
They all turned toward their
Dilapidated, shotgun shacks,
As the soft lynching ground
Packed firm and smooth
Under crusty, bare feet
And heavy, thin-soled, sockless,
Ill-fitting, untied, hand-me-down brogans.
THE EARTH BENEATH LYNCHING TREES: 3. THE PREACHER
"My Beloved! We must stomp and tramp
And make fine vintage wine from the
Sour, bitter grapes of their hate-filled, murderous wrath.
And we will do it!
We have today our thoughts and our holy consolations.
Yes, we do.
So, remember, remember this:
The disciples told them all,
‘No! No! Do not bother the Master.’
But he said, ‘No such thing!’
And he took a boy, a little boy,
Young, sweet, and tender boy;
He took that child right up into his tired arms.
And those children never forgot.
They always remembered the day
Jesus took up a child, their friend,
And smiled a shining, glistening smile at them.
It is true.
You see, Jesus took the boy
Straight up into his big, brawny carpenter arms.
He surely did. He surely will.
Oh, we have our consolations and godly blessings