Special Bulletin

 Lower the flags
 For the dead become alive, 
 Play hillbilly dirges
 That hooded serpents may dance, 
Write obituaries
For white-robed warriors 
Emerging to the fanfare
Of death rattles.
Muffled drums in Swance River tempo. 
Hand-high salutes-heil!
Present arms
With ax handles
Made in Atlanta,
     Sieg
     Heil!
Oh, run, all who have not
Changed your names.
As for you others—
The skin on your black face,
Peel off the skin,
     Peel peel 
     Peel off
     The skin.