Alternate Perspective
This poem was originally typeset in uppercase.
THERE'S A TABLE
SOMETIMES IT'S ROUND
OTHER TIMES
IT IS SECTIONED
OFF
SQUARE
BUT NEVER
SQUARE
I SIT
AMONGST
THE PLAYERS
CURIOUS
SOME PLAY
TO WIN
SOME PLAY
FOR THE NIGHT
SHE PLAYS
FOR THE NIGHT
SHE THINKS
SHE PLAYS
TO WIN
THE CARDS
ARE WORDS
TO AN UNAIDED
EYE
A CRYPTOGRAM
SHE COYLY SMILES
LOOK AT ME
DAMN
NO ONE
WINS
PERHAPS
IF YOU COUNT
THE FEELING OF
TEMPORARY POWER
OF COURSE
NO ONE
FEELS THE GUILT
AT THE TABLE
IT IS CARRIED
HOME
TO ME
I SHAKE MY HEAD
IT'S
AS IF
SHE PAYS ATTENTION
AT THE TABLE
TO HER LOVED ONES'
WEAKNESSES
AS IF THEY WERE PLAYERS
ONLY TO CHEAPEN THEIR STRENGTH
RULES
SHOULD
BE CHALLENGED
AT THE TABLE