Thursday, June 09, 2016

Snake-Eyes, a poem


Einstein was wrong —
God played dice last night
and lost me when he rolled
snake-eyes. He kept betting

on three. He has a thing
for that, you know, three persons,
three days, even three
wise guys from the east.

It seems odd for someone
who is infinite.
Yeah, God lost me last night
and passed someone else the dice.

Stephen Brooke ©2016

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