Shadow Theater

        the gray silhouettes
        each one with a red spot
        crowd the ceiling
        mafioso quickly closes his eyes
        the crowd is growing all the same
        -- my son
           put your trust in God's mercy
           confess your sins my son
        -- father
           i see shadows
           too many
           go away father
           go away
        the priest gets up from the bed
        mafioso opens his eyes
        the world turns upside down
        the cassock turns into a black curtain
        and falls




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      2003-01-26