Gangster's Moll

GANGSTER’S MOLL The gangster’s moll now exists Beyond the proffered film season Impeaching authorised fiction With cries, and real tears. For She and the boss presumably didn’t care To penetrate the mysterious body Of God in the Universe, preferring Hot shots, to the ultimate betrayal. Of people they grew up with, she doesn’t tease The short-circuit of big questions, just shrugs And accepts his disappearance, like cash Running in and out of a wallet. Doesn’t take it to heart or too hard, But she’s praying to get the kids’ hands off the gun. (c) Rosemarie Rowley From IN MEMORY OF HER