poem
Volume 27, Number 1

My Son Describes the KKK Video He Saw During His Field Trip to the Museum

A few wore red,
but most were all
in white
with eye holes
like ghosts,
and pointy hats
like gnomes,
and there was
a man, brown
like me
            hanging
from a tree,
and some of them
still exist, Mom.
They
           still
                      exist.


—Bobbie Lovell