Scuttling
I see the family on the table
their crowns speak royalty
as my hand reads numbers
that stand without pair.
I look around the table
with bets flying around
all based on the back designs
of every piece of paper
and the face on each player.
I know that even when
you’re dealt a bad hand
you keep your cards high,
and your head higher
because you’re the only one
that knows that ship is sinking
when they all look afloat.
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