This shack once housed
A reckoned weight
A gentry whip
A ginning clack
A big house and
A slave- bricked stair
Its barn’s become a planter's dream
Virginia creeper’s tendrils cling
Daughters of a bitter root
Filling up the windows
Pain
The plumb and level
Don’t pertain
This shack once housed
A reckoned weight
Cotton for lead
Bound for wound
But now a ghost
Of innocence
Weightless rocks
Its guilty crib
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013
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