The Secrets He Kept-3

The Secrets He Kept-3


 January 25, 2024 Thursday


Today I will attempt to create a rough draft of the FOIA letter. So we‘ll see how that goes. The reality is the question, “Are There Any Secrets”, all of our lives are posted somewhere so even the things that were kept from public back then are not that hidden. At one time it was felt that knowing all of this would make us more knowledgeable, or at least not as subjected to the result of all the hidden secrets. I’m not so sure of that at this time. If we exteriorize everything, will the impact be less, the same, more, even different in any way. Is there any reason to process anything, if the conclusion, the result of research can be accessed anywhere at any time. This process for me may be an answer to that. 


The impact of the information perhaps will be negligible, because of the overload of information daily. It may be of interest to someone, the question is whether it will have an impact or result in anything at all. How do you filter something in the overload we experience that will even make any one of us unique?


Oh, a human being did that.” Will this be a quote from this writing or will it be, “who cares”. So perhaps this whole piece will be more like an exploration of how information can shape me as a human being, or perhaps the lack thereof.    



So how can I make a 400 word poem or essay about this and tell a digital story.



CONJECTURE

The first born of the first born

Placed or perched for a photo in 1920

Perhaps a year

Hard to tell if more or less

Eyes bright

So light it seemed the sky shone through

A light that landed

Reflected

Knew about things in a way

That seemed 

To come from no where

A truth sayer

8 decades pass

I hear about Jimmy for the first time

Only phrases left

Conjecture

How. To keep a secret

First started with Jimmy the Crow

Rescued and rehabilitated

Seemed to doing well

Then shot dead

In that small backyard

By the neighbor

Who shot anything that moved

the neighbor 

The Boss

The one who determined. How much ironwood for heating

Would be set on your front lawn

The hardest wood to split

Wood you split

Part of wages for the open pit mine workers

Smoked up your house

But cooked your food

You slept upstairs above the kitchen

Watched the  frost form on the ceiling

Hoped you would stay warm enough

Your neighbor

Determined which job your dad would get in the mines

So, he learned to keep a secret

He learned to keep quiet

Because the consequences

He saw them all

the Iron Range was

And Is

Unforgiving

Trees to harvest

Iron poor land turned into pellets

When no other options were available

Keep quiet about Jimmy

Do not complain.

And on the day a new century was born

the light shone through

Those crystal eyes 

Saw all

Jimmy was still alive

Eyes danced above

A loving smile.

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