(A lone voice whispers)
I once met the King of all Darkness
In France
As we played poker for my soul
In a burnt out house
While Edith Piaf sang
La vie en rose
On a tattered radio
With no power
He carried in his pocket
Causing the watching fireflies to dance
I remember asking the Tall Man where he'd been
He said
Paris
To cause the Germans and the Resistance some pain
And as we played in that falling smoke-filled rain
I cheated and won
The prize
Reaching out through someone after my time has run
After my sunrise was over
Summoned by the setting Sun
In darkness
To see if the world still cries
Like it did before me
In 44
So I send this
For we played
Again
Late last night
Old Nick and me
And He won
The prize
Taking me where
The sun don't shine
To be endlessly chastised
So this is my last message
For your eyes
Before your sun rises
Look to the East
The low drumbeats
Of World War Three are starting to beat
For many
There will be pain like
Oradour-sur-Glane
Something so evil
You should all remember
Who and what you do
In whoever's name
Or you could be playing poker with the Tall Man
As Edith Piaf sings
La vie en rose
On his tattered radio
As The East and NATO
Trade nukes
Compelled to do so
By the prodding of the Tall Man and the curse
Of the male ego
Goodbye
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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