The Game

It was morning when he left that night

I think the month was May

They drank until broad daylight

With one last game to play

The cards were on the table

He had spades in his hand

He waited until the mood was stable

Then he executed his plan

Big Joe stared at the poker face

Than Dan wore with pride

Joe arched his back in defiant grace

Dan took it all in stride

Joe said, with a face so blank

“Are there hearts in your hand?”

Dan organized his cards by rank

Said, “With this hand I’ll stand”

Joe, said again, ready to fight

“Are there hearts in your hand?”

Dan held his cards to the light

“Go fish”, he said, “Or throw in your hand”

©4/7/07 Terry Sutherland

Sans Peur

Terry