I’m reminded of my Italian roots
Watching The Godfather III
Sixteen years after part II
Al Pacino, considerably older
And well rehearsed
In Sicily, where my ancestors hail
On my mother’s side
I imagine myself in the film
A little Giuseppe Zasa
Learning the ways of the mafia from
My gangsta mother, My racketeering father
My Gambino brothers, My syndicate sisters
A real family
Up from the underworld
Very much alive
Even after the camera’s stop rolling