The Devil’s Roulette
written by: Robin McNamara
@thewindingroad1
God’s
In the casino betting on black
But the Devil keeps winning on red.
The scent in the house heavy with sulphur.
The waitress brings wine to the table
— The colour of sacrificial red.
The dice lands on zero —
gasps from the angels In the room;
watching the Devil’s roulette.
God’s
Gambling with the nearby souls—
forsaken in a desperate attempt
to play the Devil’s advocate.
Religion is disrobed at the nearest pawnshop—
a final shot on black again.
The Devil smiles contentedly.
The house of Lucifer always wins.
APRIL 2021 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Robin McNamara is a widely published poet from Ireland. His debut pamphlet, Under a Mind’s Staircase was published with Hedgehog Poetry Press (2021). Nominated for the Pushcart Prize for ‘Apple Picking Season’ from Under a Mind’s Staircase.
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