ROBINSON'S CLEARANCE
'Twas a dodgy old place, when they
finally dredged the harbor and found
all those bones. Like the Inspector said,
'There are many things here, all about,
that we do not know. This is a very old
land and we find once a very busy port.'
No indication, though he mentioned it not,
of foul play. But what else could it be?
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My own kin never told me about my own
family - a line of killers and criminals
dating back to 1641, that can be traced.
The first was Heinrych Merlz, who killed
a child of 14 and its mother for being too
slow in response to something he said. Drunk.
He was hanged the following year, leaving
his daughter only. The wife, already dead
by natural death. That daughter married the
ingrate Profumo, a merchant from Italy
who stole people blind. They had four
children and they, in turn, between them
birthed 13. That brings us into the late
1700's, and three were dead by then -
criminals and revolutionaries, dyng by
execution or at the parapret. Some or
another stupid battle.
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Then another generation - brigands and
stagecoach thieves. In what was then the
American west - more like the far Alleghenies,
two more family members died in gunfights,
and another was killed by his wife. By then
it's about 1856, and everyone is here. Four
kin dead in the Civil War, and another later, in
the Spanish-American War. Then, mixing in
both sides (the other one I don't much know
of), my own parents were born by 1924. I
only find out now, criminals and killers on
either side. What's bad in this world seems
commingled in me. Thus I am a joy to behold.
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