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Kathleen Driskell

Epitaph

For Uncle Joe, The Slave

Here lies ol’ black Joe, a good obedient
servant to the end. He loved us as if
we were his own kin, and we did right by him,
and gave him Jesus whom he wouldn’t have known
from Adam, had he not been bought and brought
to Kentucky when he was but a tar-baby
of two and just weaned from his mother.
There’s no birth date for his stone,
but his death date is known and will be
duly recorded in the family’s ledger.

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Kathleen Driskell lives next to a graveyard in an old country church that is purported to be haunted, but she and her husband, The Goat Man, vehemently deny those rumors.