Nashville: 1978: Marie Ragghianti


Well-manicured and rich
Clandestine fingers spent,
And purchased murder, down in Tennessee.

They meant to kill the bitch
Who hung embarrassment
Upon their cozy aristocracy.

They aimed to slay each snitch
Informing on their permanent
Regime. And two or three
They got, but not their protege Marie,
Turned nemesis, Marie.
05-31-83

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