Arriving by car
to the last stronghold of chaos
before I see the truthMamma so tired from
lastly looking longingly at
the human wastes of life
Rising higher than taxes
the people cannot finish what the church
has taken from them
Guarded by forces
less natural than the feline
where is the new home?
Standing vigils hope
the distances may shrink soon
between life and death
The state is enemy
the underground is not
keeping them all back
Markets are meanings
life cannot bear more than is asked
truth is not possible
Smiling like he knows
why life is much simpler for him
than mine will ever be
Inviting a friend
to lunch is always better
before a long nap
He knew better
he thought to himself as he watched
him leave one final time
so many choices
meat, kidney, lights, flash, smoke
mirrors the way we live
It is not smoking
it is breathing in a choice
to be Sicilian