My great-grandfather kept the peace / between the races / a man of two faces
qualified, after being born a slave / to rectify and demystify
the role of black men / before the throes of white sin. / Post-Reconstruction, to stay alive
raise eight children / with two wives / not at the same time. / A religious man
in the way blacks fell on Jesus / when violence fell on them
like white on rice / or white on raisins. / Call it charisma
he charisma’d between black and white / even in his photograph
square-jaw handsome / dissonance between coat and tie
and well-worn shoes / hint of a wedding ring knuckled from view.
A blond forelock brushed into tawny waves / any old-time Hollywood lead
might crave.