My grandpa died soon after JFK.
At ten, I did not cry.
I feared the conspiracy might extend so far
That it included me.
A foreign object entered his body from the back, like a tumor
Leaving a ragged, mole-shaped entrance wound;
And,
Following an improbable trajectory
Lodged finally in his liver
Killing him.
He was a good man.
It is not okay.
It has not been okay since.
Some day we will find who was responsible.
And they will be punished.
-- Stephen K. Roney
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