something that lurks in the shadows in oddly compelling Mafia films
the unexpected gia visto of Sciasca's sentences
that I absorb untaught in the original
old nightmares of being chased down cobbled streets to my death
start to make some kind of sense
start to make some kind of sense
and my face on my passport photo
looks like some Sicilian widow
as I was when Cosa Nostra stole you away
in our last life
looks like some Sicilian widow
as I was when Cosa Nostra stole you away
in our last life
and still in this one
you never speak to me
while your girl
practices mourning,
Mafia style
gia visto - deja vu