to James Agnew from Cincinnati

To my great-great-grandfather.

I will find you.

I will find you out,

And report whatever secret keeps you hidden from view.

I will find you and OUT you,

for all the world to see.

You can’t hide forever,

though you lied on the census,

told different stories, about who you were.

We will find you,

whether it is now or later,

the truth will come out,

it will be told.

Because truth has a way of wiggling itself

and causing an itch and a burn.

We will find you, because we deserve to know,

who you and your father were.

We are a part of you,

we carry your blood,

your story lies in our DNA.

And when we finally meet, I will tell you myself,

you should never have caused

so much unnecessary pain.

cfblack, 07-19-2020

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