Betsy Robin Schwartz

So many disasters

the passing of life

-not time-

Pancho is gone

her aura hangs over the kitchen

they say she stopped the limo

(why waste the money)

The Don's clothes were laid out

and pressed

So was Pancho

there she was white and waxy

but I smiled at the lifeless mask

You did it Pancho-deadeye Pancho

took her six guns to death

said draw

And it was, (a draw that is, because

I'm not sure even Pancho could win

against death.)

Yisgadol V'Yis kadash

Jews bury Jews

until the wood is covered

in the open grave

Daddy Don, Pancho's gone

Mommy's dead

So many to be brave

none with the courage of Pancho

bang bang bang bang bang bang

open fire while white cells multiply

so many disasters

so little fear.