Cody

“Charivari ‘They capped their heads with feathers, masked
their faces, wore their clothes backwards, howled
with torches through the midnight winter and dragged the black man from his house
to the jolting music of broken
instruments, pretending to each other it was a joke, until
they killed him. I don’t know
what happened to the white bride.’ The American lady, adding she
thought it was a disgraceful piece
of business, finished her tea. (Note: Never pretend this isn’t
part of the soil too, teadrinkers, and inadvertent
victims and murderers, when we come this way again in other forms, take care
to look behind, within
where the skeleton face beneath the face puts on its feather mask, the arm
within the arm lifts up the spear:
Resist those cracked drumbeats. Stop this. Become human.)”
― Margaret Atwood, Selected Poems 1: 1965-1975