attic beams bearing strange fruitchair on the floor and bruise at the loopgay friends hanging in the attic eavesstrange fruit dangling from the wooden beams detached act from the phobic repukethey don’t know what their hate executessight of a rainbow: colors enmeshthen the sudden scent of caskets fresh here is fruit that for mothers weepfor fathers to bury, grief their kin will keeptime to show error: change for people suchhere is a strange and bitter crop     nina simone: strange fruitrewritten