On Watching The Godfather I, II, and III

Joseph Friend

Ever since Michael killed Fredo,
I’m watching the shadows for anything lurking.
Always alert, I’m afraid, oh,
that someone will get me while sleeping or working.

I get in my car and behind me
I halfway expect there a hit man to be:
some ruthless capo or friend undevoted
by whom I’ll be riddled or stabbed or garroted.