Dealing
The dealer shuffles
the pack and then deals;
With
thousands, maybe millions being staked.
A high
rolling gambler’s thirst won’t be slaked
Until all
hands have been played. Who then steals
The pot,
raking in the chips and stacking
Them in neat
columns, a harsh histogram
Of winners
and losers? Those the cards damn
Find they’re
living lives suddenly lacking
A roof, food
on the table, or even
A table, or
so much as a gutter
To lie in. All
who’re drawn by a flutter
Stake their
fortunes on the dealer, who then
Calls trumps
and deals – one state, two states or more,
Knowing when
tricks are turned there’ll still be war.
D. A.
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