Trudy, Build The Scaffold Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Trudy, build the scaffold
High enough to take the weight of a man

Cinch the rope, the aperture is closing
First you piled the wood and you measured the different pieces

Trudy, build the scaffold
Hold your hate the way a woman holds hate - Like it is someone else's baby tucked close inside your coat

From a nuclear perspective,
Jumping up and down in anticipation of pulling the handle and opening the trapdoor and seeing that man-sized resentment turn blue and flail around

Trudy, build the scaffold but there will be no end of using the scaffold once you use it that first time

One person no longer felt the situation fit him and the other builds a scaffold
It can be erected overnight and the first condemned prisoners are lined up the next day
She's prioritizing and adding more to death row as I write this