Poesía: Sentence

Por: Ciarán Cork

Convinced myself in this life: last; next

That somehow this was a game

And somehow it was fixed

I look down at my hand, 

The seven, the queen, the jack of hate

Then I see the Joker - and he smiles 

at my fate 

I cry and my noise almost drowns the bloodied tears

But the Joker laughs in hysteria -

and that confirms my earthly fears

How funny he looks, frolicking in his colourful clothes, boots and jingle hat.

His smile would crucify you

The torment of 

1000 fallen angels

beyond earthly comprehension

I resist and experience a surge of tension.

A brief struggle against his tune, but soon I fall under his colourful spell.

My heartbeat ceases, the sinews relax -

dealt a new hand

a new game

a new plan

But there he sprawls in the pack

Waiting, wide-eyed - dancing anxiously for you since he fell...