A House of Cards
Easy pieces.
All crumpled
Where we played,
Beginner's luck
We'd traded on
Them folding
Into place.
And hand in hand
The gospel was
The symmetry
Of pairs.
We cut along
The avenues
Down pyramid
And square.
And played a lot
Of patience then
The cards laid
Out so neat.
Coins and cups
And wands and words
Like gypsies in the street.
Our swords turned
Into ploughshares and
Then ploughshares
Into spades.
We came within
An ace of it,
It all stacked up
So well.
A knave on
Every corner.
Then story after
Story fell.
Frank Murphy.
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