A Leader
Auld Italian boys & women
dance hard to Sorrentino’s
medley of thrashing beats –
takes us by a treat of track
& pan – his eye lines a room
& finds subtle debauchery –
in this grip his political shot
will ring in Italy – Marx sighs
over an unshared bed – His
mardy lead man is needled
by an act of migraines as an
Alfa Romeo discharges thin-
suited hips – Andreotti is an
auld fox – Put bets on death
as Lima fell – a Mafia-hit – In
confession he found irony a
thick enough armour to aid
his continuation with power
as Transgressions bled [from
hired glasses] – His theoretic
empire rubbed reality’s nose
in an Italian chaos of politics
& frail successions – In Calvi’s
knotty suicide lies hung – We
feed on ripe fruits of chance –
Perspicaciousness fixes it all