Rest In Peace
Destiny asked if I would play cards, so I sat.
I liked the one-hand cuts and snappy shuffles
but I kept going down. Deal after deal,
pictures, numbers, I never controlled a hand.
"Destiny," I cried, "you only wear one suit -
it's red!, or is it black?"
Destiny blew on the deck and laughed.
"Look around, call yourself lucky - I let you play."
"Destiny," I said, "look at me, I'm a brown Jack
and I sit high in the hierarchy. Where's my privilege?"
Untitled poem by Jack Agüeros © 2006