All the Aces by Shane D. Keene

read by Linda D. Addison

Transcript

all the aces, and acres too,
you start with them
in your hand,
try to stomp down on the
very land you left 
desiccated, 
hungry for poor
people’s suppers,
while from
upper floors above the sky
but out of sight of the
moon,
mourners hurl themselves,
out of the dark,
to Earth, where 
sorrows belong

Copyright 2021 – Shane Douglas Keene