1915.
He saw the outlaw leering back at him;
Snapshots of Jesse James
In his every reflection

Until the moment he was shot down,
Interned in his youth
On a scarred Belgian field

1944.
He’d blaze his own path into glory
With his brand-new Tommy gun
His new moniker: Capone

Until he bled away,
Just south of Florence;
Begging for his mother
With tear-blinded eyes

1953.
They called him Mad Dog;
Atop Pork Chop Hill

Before the blast of a grenade
Had ruined him for life

2001-
His name
Was Tony Montana
When he staggered home empty
With his iron-sights leveled at the world