a day gone past

i move outside, unhindered in
the halls unattended, unmended
infested, barelly off my death bed
the cards dealt eliminated, subliminal
messages contemplate the command
to be aware of the winning hand
ante up the buck the odds don't
matter forget about Your luck
and the winnings all arranged
on the platter amongst the middle
of the table a fable every greedily grabs
spoils must be toiled for when
needily expected they disappear
so near to reach

an Era of Consequence.

Welcome, one and all.
prepare to die.