- Non-Erotic Poetry
- A "Strange Fruit" that Gags
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A sense of thrill
The carnival
The dominate will
Of the mob.
Plays on:
“A picnic you’ll never forget”
Yet... Yet...
Hear ye of strange fruit
In cafés north
This time
You’ll fail to choke
Down the revulsion
That rises from the root
The ugly crawl you can’t stop
Till’ it gags you at your mouth:
Oh swallow again the bitter crop
Groan from “gallant” south.
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The afore-going poem was incited-inspired by
a haunting song made famous and sung by Billy Holiday, and composed by Abel Meeropol in 1937 called "Strange Fruit". Lyrics as follows:
"Southern trees bear a strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black body swinging in the Southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant South,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh,
And the sudden smell of burning flesh!"
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