Klan Giant

By TOMMYE BLOUNT

 

“Made of Duretta cloth and sateen, embroidered in silk.
Cotton cord and tassels. Price, each $6.00″
—from Catalogue of Official Robes and Banners, Knights of the Ku Klux Klan

Look up here, the air is Aryan. The moon, 
our white hood. Our life must loom large 
above that which is darkened in our shadow.
A fate loomed long ago, ours

in the weft and warp of hems,
a lowered white curtain on this 
re-coonstructed show called Pursuit
of their Happiness. The fall of our robe’s drape 

is their downfall, so we must be the season, winter 
them with our long reach. This long white 
train, an invisible locomotive to an indivisible
empire—underground, a railroad housed 

in the myth of Equality. Let’s go down to the river 
and post above the water’s edge;
loot the coins from their bodies, set them loose
down that river; its big mouth gurgling underfoot.

 

 

Tommye Blount is the author of the chapbook What Are We Not For and the debut full-length collection Fantasia for the Man in Blue. Born and raised in Detroit, Tommye now lives in Novi, Michigan.

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Klan Giant

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