As I wandered by the banks of Hawsill’s Lake

I saw upon the setting sun the grim visage

Of my pappy’s murderer

toothless and covered in blood

I shouted at the horizon then retired

To the home of my one and only brother

I set upon his wife and strangled his children

With mine own strong and callused hands

And blamed it on the Cajun mongrels

come up from Louisian

—Silas K. Stokes, 1947