THE BURIEL OF REBECCA LUTES
- Dark Poets Club

- Aug 25
- 1 min read
By Philip Youden

In the backwoods of New Brunswick
a body is buried, face down
in a concrete grave. A farm girl found guilty
of witchcraft, dragged from her home
in stifling heat, parents tormented
by strangled screams, sixteen-year-old ankles
twitching obscene as she hung from the branch
of a poplar tree.
The legend speaks of an eerie glow roaming
the fields of her childhood home,
tortured moans telling sordid tales of a secret
concealed. The story lives on
but the records are sealed, some skeletons
are too grim to be hidden in closets, they’re buried
in the backwoods of New Brunswick,
sealed under a concrete slab in a graveyard
called history.



