Free dominoes and poison darts piled in a cart. Your lucky day! you
Choose your game, you pick a card, you find the lady, chase the ace.
It’s double spades. She’s staring straight at you and you know she knows
Something you’re not aware of, sees the shadow blocking out the sun.
Sees the column in the paper. In memorium. In your name. Sees you
Sliding in the pit as preacher spits the blood out, hears the rats run
In the crypt. The congregation getting smaller — crosses stretch for
Miles. A consecrated camp, a marble zoo and Anne Boleyn is shouting Boo!
(Because a ghost cannot applaud). The Lord is calling names. It’s
Judgement Day. They’re throwing garbage from the stalls, they’re jeering
From the galleries as victims drop through trapdoors into hell.
Smell the burning, turning cards and spades are trumps, the trumpet’s
Playing as you’re born again (you found your lady).