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For S.C.'s Poet Laureate, An Inauguration Poem Without An Inaugural Audience

South Carolina Gov. Nikki Haley starts her second term today. But absent from the inaugural ceremony will be a long-standing tradition: a poem read by the state's poet laureate.

State officials say they cut the two-minute poem for time, but some residents suspect it was the mention of slavery that got it tossed.

Poet Laureate Marjory Wentworth has written poems for South Carolina's past three inaugurations. She describes those efforts as "safe."

The poems leaned heavily on nature and animals.

But this year, she says, she was moved watching the protests across the country ignited by the deaths of unarmed black men. She wanted to incorporate some of that subject matter into her writing.

She took to Facebook and asked South Carolina's residents their opinions and asked them to tell her what they thought she should write about.

"Some of them were quite beautiful," she said of the posts she got.

Many suggested that the sensitive topic of slavery was the reason the poem was snubbed.

Her Facebook question began generating some attention. That's when she says she was told secondhand that officials were considering cutting the poem from the program.

She says she decided to send in what she had written. It's a poem about people and images from South Carolina: children boarding school buses, firemen, baristas, migrant farm workers.

She describes a dock "where 100,000
Africans were imprisoned within brick walls
awaiting auction, death, or worse."

She ends:

"Here, where the Confederate flag still flies

beside the Statehouse, haunted by our past,

conflicted about the future; at the heart

of it, we are at war with ourselves

huddled together on this boat

handed down to us — stuck

at the last bend of a wide river

splintering near the sea."

Wentworth says she got an email saying the poem had to be cut for time.

A state official said the poem was cut from the program before anyone read it.

Gov. Haley's spokeswoman Chaney Adams said in a statement, "While we appreciate Ms. Wentworth's long service to South Carolina, the inaugural committee told her the 96th S.C. inaugural program — which, in part, celebrates our state's rich culture — has been full for weeks, and scheduling constraints simply wouldn't allow a poem to be read."

Wentworth says she's disappointed.

"I really believe that our history is part of what's holding us back as kind of an unhealed wound and we're all in this together," Wentworth says. "And I know that sounds a little like John Lennon, but I wanted people to think about some of those things.

In the meantime, officials with the state chapter of the NAACP are holding a Martin Luther King Jr. Day march on Monday. They told Wentworth she is welcome to read her poem to their group. Wentworth says she wouldn't miss it.

Here's Wentworth's poem, reprinted with her permission:

One River, One Boat

"I know there's something better down the road."

Elizabeth Alexander

Because our history is a knot
we try to unravel, while others
try to tighten it, we tire easily
and fray the cords that bind us.

The cord is a slow moving river,
spiraling across the land
in a succession of S's,
splintering near the sea.

Picture us all, crowded onto a boat
at the last bend in the river:
watch children stepping off the school bus,
parents late for work, grandparents

fishing for favorite memories,
teachers tapping their desks
with red pens, firemen suiting up
to save us, nurses making rounds,

baristas grinding coffee beans,
dockworkers unloading apartment size
containers of computers and toys
from factories across the sea.

Every morning a different veteran
stands at the base of the bridge
holding a cardboard sign
with misspelled words and an empty cup.

In fields at daybreak, rows of migrant
farm workers standing on ladders, break open
iced peach blossoms; their breath rising
and resting above the frozen fields like clouds.

A jonboat drifts down the river.
Inside, a small boy lies on his back;
hand laced behind his head, he watches
stars fade from the sky and dreams.

Consider the prophet John, calling us
from the edge of the wilderness to name
the harm that has been done, to make it
plain, and enter the river and rise.

It is not about asking for forgiveness.
It is not about bowing our heads in shame;
because it all begins and ends here:
while workers unearth trenches

at Gadsden's Wharf, where 100,000
Africans were imprisoned within brick walls
awaiting auction, death, or worse.
Where the dead were thrown into the water,

and the river clogged with corpses
has kept centuries of silence.
It is time to gather at the water's edge,
and toss wreaths into this watery grave.

And it is time to praise the judge
who cleared George Stinney's name,
seventy years after the fact,
we honor him; we pray.

Here, where the Confederate flag still flies
beside the Statehouse, haunted by our past,
conflicted about the future; at the heart
of it, we are at war with ourselves

huddled together on this boat
handed down to us – stuck
at the last bend of a wide river
splintering near the sea.

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Laura Sullivan is an NPR News investigative correspondent whose work has cast a light on some of the country's most significant issues.