Thank you to Mark Antony Rossi of Ariel Chart for publishing my poem today.

A Double Six Hand of Dominoes

 

End to end,

nose to nose,

match the numbers,

start with six.

 

The watchman sees

the odd, high birds

from his deep leather seat

above the prison walls.

 

That coy prop

settles him.

His thinking face,

heavy, raw,

drawn back to suddenly reveal

that the mechanical assembly below

has been precisely corrupted.

 

The magical limit-six

has just been met,

tumbling,

onto the telling ground.

 

The guard sitting in

the now decaying armchair

turns, 

and sees a lone jackdaw

floating across a blue sky.

 

While a feathered septet

falls into the yard

in queer disregard

of their former navigability.

 

End to end,

nose to nose,

match the numbers,

six to six.