Fifty years & Other Poems by James Weldon Johnson
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Fetch water! Water! Pour a little on
The fire, lest it should burn too fast. Hold so! Now let it slowly blaze again. See there! He squirms! He groans! His eyes bulge wildly out, Searching around in vain appeal for help! Another shriek, the last! Watch how the flesh Grows crisp and hangs till, turned to ash, it sifts Down through the coils of chain that hold erect The ghastly frame against the bark-scorched tree. Stop! to each man no more than one man's share. You take that bone, and you this tooth; the chain-- Let us divide its links; this skull, of course, In fair division, to the leader comes. And now his fiendish crime has been avenged; Let us back to our wives and children.--Say, What did he mean by those last muttered words, "Brothers in spirit, brothers in deed are we"? FRAGMENT The hand of Fate cannot be stayed, The course of Fate cannot be steered, By all the gods that man has made, Nor all the devils he has feared, |
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