Motif Crosses—iconic Blast

Milieu iconography with flashing lights Smokey gambling rooms—gang wars Flashy suits and fedora hats in the fights Neon signs flashing—this world is yours Hey, get a name with the next phone call Surely, he can’t really be all that rough While hanging out in a flower shop stall Like bowling pins fall he wasn’t tough Whistling “Chi Me Frena?” surreal assassin As Shamrock night club they all shot up Coin flipping henchman hell risky brazen Bang—he won’t sip St. Peter’s golden cup Crosses on bodies from iconic gun blast Even barking dog can’t stop the tragedy Tony’s sister like a baby’s toy dances at last Just seems like a wild circle of comedy Wearing a scar as one from the war Nation’s shame 1932 gangsters shown Killing people to take over, what for? Whistling assassin your life is blown © Joseph, 5/29/08 © All Rights Reserved Honorable Mention Super Slueth Contest Fun Free verse on Movies Sponsor: John Heck