The Last Card by Adam Zameenzad

I play my last card,
I win!
Hurrah
Hurrah hurrah hurrah…..

The last card is played
the music stopped
the tables put away

There is no card left to play
no place to play it in
and it’s many months from home

A gust of cold wind
Puts its arms around me
surrounds me
lifts me up
and holds me within itself
tenderly

I float,
In the womb
Once again,
The protective womb
Which
will nourish me
and cherish me
and sing me lullabies
of love
until I am ready

ready to be dead.

But no!
I must come out of this womb,
This womb of death,
alive

I must,
for I still have
one last card to play.