When the going gets rough,
the tough get gloating;
cold moons
seize every window
of opportunity:
the Queen of Spades
evangelizes the pit
as immortality.
Glowing,
she trumps grief
with smug faith,
and the healing power
of worms.
Her little prince drops
medical terms like
names at a ball,
a boy dropping jelly beans;
they fall with the flowers
and scatter across the pine.