Alamance Palimpsest

By Zachary Brett Charles

On fame’s eternal camping ground, their silent tears are spread, and glory guards, with solemn round, the bivouac of the dead. / 1861. C.S.A. 1865. – Inscription on the southern face of the confederate memorial outside the Alamance County courthouse in Graham, NC.

Today, black and white

compensatory F-250s drove

through campus. Parading flags with words

like, again, implying a return,

added to the vocabulary of oppression.

The hooting and hollering of

ignorance and hate given throats

echoes off Piedmont oaks.

 

The sound carries fragments of memory

through time (history echoes too). The whisper of Wyatt Outlaw

looks like his shadow might have, cast over court doors

with a crooked neck on a February morning in eighteen-seventy,

when the ku klux hanged him

and nailed a warning to his chest:

Beware, ye guilty, both black

and white.

 

The trees know there has been no

repentance. In front of the court,

where Outlaw hung, stands a Confederate

statue, dedicated in nineteen-fourteen. On the university street,

the memories reverberate as sound waves through red brick

where, in their trucks, the children drive by. The name

of one building, dedicated in nineteen-sixty-six,

is Long, after William S., the founder of the university.

His brother was Jacob A., one of

 

between sixty-three and seventy-five men,

who, in eighteen-seventy-three,

were indicted, thanks to Albion Tourgee,

for the murder of Wyatt Outlaw. They faced no

consequences when the democracy

passed a bill of ku klux amnesty.

 

The trees have heard these voices,

heard the colors of black necks

wrung, brown skin opened,

and blood as it runs

red. These are sounds that have scarred

this landscape. We hold 

hands, my sister’s, black, mine, white.  

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Zachary Brett Charles is a young, bisexual person currently living in Seattle, Washington with his partner and their cat, Frankie. He loves writing poetry, short stories, and small comic strips for his Dungeons and Dragons games as well as painting, drawing, and being outside. He worries constantly about the effect of Western capitalism on individuals, humanity as a whole, and the environment. He studied Spanish at Elon University and proudly turned down awards with Greek letters for academic achievement. Follow them on twitter @brettspoems.

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