halfway across the country,

the body of a polish man was found

hanging in an oak tree.

the sheriff’s report ruled the man’s death a suicide. they said there

was a bottle of liquor in the man’s coat pocket.

but certain neighbors made no secret of the fact that they

were not pleased to have a polish national

in their valley.

night riders beat him up the month before.

the bruises and cuts weren’t half healed when the letter arrived

saying:

we’re coming for you.

signed, k.k.k.

dang,

young merlin van tornhout is walking everywhere

because he “gave” his car to a klansman.

if the riffraff joining the klan these days

can take the one thing most loved from an awestruck boy,

why couldn’t they plant a bottle of liquor

in the pocket of a hanged man?