Last Night I Played Poker With Death Poem by Marites C. Cayetano

Last night
I played poker with death.

It was a long night
and I wanted to win the game
but I did not win.

And now
I can see from the distance
the erecting hair of sunrise
so pale, but it's golden.

And I see my wife
weeping and weeping
and weeping...
beside my dead body.

I want to embrace her
but this light from above
is lifting me up
higher....and higher.

Last night
I played poker with death
and I did not win.