Let’s call a spade..
a spade.
The tool you use
to dutifully dig
a hole.
An earthly grave..
but at the very least
your very own.

My final ace..
I have already played.
What now?
I keep on digging..
all the same.

And as I dig,
my branches reach
towards
the heaven’s eye..
they bifurcate their way
out of a mighty trunk..
that stood before
their time.

Alas, the greatest giant
on whose shoulders
I still stand
is me.
The One who held
and raised up high
into the air..
The Devil’s Spear.

He whispered thus
into my ear
before he disappeared:
“””
Take care, oh brave
and reckless one..
The One who
shakes The Spear.
Lest it
May squarely circle
back around..
to poke you in the rear.
“””