Last Bet Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
Last Bet
Waiting to die,
he took one last card
Waiting to die,
the dealer stared hard
Waiting to die,
his wager was late
Waiting to die,
which Joker abates
Waiting to die,
the odds become clear
Waiting to die,
last gamble with fear
Waiting to die,
fate out of the deck
Waiting to die,
—his soul his last bet
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August,2017)
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