calle del sangre, o el verquenza de los villalobos

I.
an old money Spanish family, dark past, dark present
mobsters, fascists, inquisitors. some claimed worse
and whispered of lasombra while the sun was high
in well lit cafes. the American villalobos…family
has officially renounced their old world kin, and
work within the highest echelons of new york
power brokers, politicians, police. nothing worse,
just an integral part of the way that the city works

but old money means old enemies. nothing dies
slower than debt. a slow, sure, merciless death
war drums that beat under burnt morrocan sun
pounding out history coming due. devils suit
the snakeskin mobster has been sent the bill
services rendered when time is killed and
graves are finally filled and ashes spilled

for those who cross the hashisim may escape
for days. or years. perhaps a whole lifetime
will they spend dying. for those who burnt Carthage
no death is slow enough. debts must be repaid
with interest. for those who burned at the stake
vengeance must be claimed. and if the two are the same?
this feud is older than the country the cowards
hide their sins in. sheeps clothing for mountain wolves.

old wars wear new masks and the devils dance as if
they'll die when the music stops. carnivalesque debauchery
a dance macabre where the first misstep marks
the last sunset they will never see. prepare
to enter the endgame, where nothing is as it seems