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;
Following an improbable trajectory
Lodged finally in his liver
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