Dead Man’s Hand

Stones’ve been thrown
Ripples radiating concentrically
Cascading towards collision
With millions of
Unknown Consequences
The pendulum swings
In equal measure
On either side of its
Meridian
History repeats itself
First as Tragedy
Then as Farce
Nothing Collapes
All goes Onward and
Outward and
To die is different than anyone supposed…
It is far worse.
Editor’s Note: Mound City Messenger is happy to feature poetry and short stories by local authors. Submissions can be emailed to editorial@moundcitymessenger.com for consideration.
