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Emancipation


Corncob constellation,
oyster shell, drawstring pouch, dry bones.


Gris gris in the rafters.
Hoodoo in the sleeping nook.
Mojo in Linda Brent's crawlspace.


Nineteenth century corncob cosmogram
set on the dirt floor, beneath the slant roof,
left intact the afternoon
that someone came and told those slaves


"We're free."

Written by Elizabeth Alexander

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