Jack of Hearts

A continuation of the playing card series.

One hand admires

a petal grasped tightly, holding

the heart before your eye.

the other makes ready to strike

your axe, painted red. Blue

hourglass strapped

on a flat chest.

Perfect mustache, curled

in a hook, bigger version

of your ugly nostril. 

Golden hair.  Two

dimensional. Images of clubbed crowns

parade your jacket, but

you are just a servant

 

Trained in arts

you question,

torture, pain, execution.. 

How many heads

have you claimed

without knowing

their names?

Would showing your whole face betray

shame lining your coat? Killing

makes a pocket heavy

with more than gold coins. Look around

the cudgels and chains decorating

your living quarters. A lonely bed, weapon

close by. Can’t be too careful

in your profession.  Look in disgust

and drain another bottle like

 

blue eyes on a red figure. They never looked

so incomplete.

Cut in half. A deck of cards.

Would that frighten or excite you

and your Siamese brother?

Your entire existence as unbalanced

as a game of Spades. Perhaps

the axe is held by another and you

are about to be split in two. 

Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

Pretty good idea, a poetic romp through the deck. Lots of scope to improvise, to create past Lewis Carroll. What card would I be? Probably a companionable deuce of cups.
Thanks for the read.