I lived in Miami, very near to a small Coconut Grove community graveyard.
Now and then, the graves would be dug up nights to gather the necessary bones: skulls being the most sought-after.
If you were a witness in a criminal court case against a Haitian, nearing the courthouse, one had to step carefully over precisely aligned dead guinea fowl and corn kernals.
I asked a police detective why a clothing iron was collected in a home-invasion robbery/extortion case. He said the offender used it against the flesh of a victim to torture information out of them.
The subjects were former Haitian “Ton-Ton-Macoute”.