All the Aces

All the Aces by Shane D. Keene

read by Linda D. Addison


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

Copyright 2021 – Shane Douglas Keene

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