LEGACY: MY SOUTH by Dudley Randall.

What desperate nightmare rapts me to this land
Lit by a bloody moon, red on the hills,
Red in the valley’s, Why am I compelled
To tread again where buried feet have trod,
The shed my tears where blood and tears have flowed?
Compulsion of the blood and the moon
Transports me. I was molded from this clay
My blood must ransom all the blood shed here,
My tears redeem the tears. Cripples and monsters
Are here. My flesh must make them whole and hale.
I am the sacrifice….

reprinted by permission of Dudley Randall.

Reference: Dudley Randall

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