“He had written about the way newspaper used to be, and the way organized crime in Philadelphia used to be, before somebody put a shotgun in Angelo Bruno’s ear and blew away all the order and dignity and discipline organized crime had. That was when the drugs came into it—the old man never allowed it—and the next thing you knew, motorcycle gangs and guys like Charlie Piscoli were doing family business.” –Pete Dexter, God’s Pocket
What I was saying
was the cold is more our friend
than fire.
The cold preserves what we are
where the fire destroys—
no, not destroys, transforms—us.
You said, for the third time,
that we had been preserved
for too long, It has been years,
you said, eons, even. Transformation
would be a joy. Even reformation
would be welcome. Would be preferable
to this.
And you did it again, sold your autobiography to Golgotha…
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