Kevin
Amarbayar
Maitre de jeu #1
The poker table
As we slither over this green board, stepping always
Between the lines
My spirit measured out - in bits --spread over
Nothing to shove under the nose
I have just realized that
This flesh all I have to offer, to make the play with
The stakes are myself -- I have no other
Nothing to fold, no white flag
Nothing to break or barter my life
I recoup what I can
Ransom money
In those high altitudes
This immediate head, what it comes up with, my call.
WHY?
I personally believe this is one of my best work in
terms of creativity and critical thinking.
Even though this poem is based off several poem, it
wasn't easy to find a similar meaning from two
completely different poems. It was also interesting
to manipulate the wording of the poem to create
completely new meaning which meant that I can
almost create any message from the poem. I
usually never write poem, so this was really fun
experience to have.