I roll the dice
And move like
An arthritic old man
Space by tortuous space.
I roll one
And then one
And then one.
There are no other numbers.
With time,
I make progress.
But then, there is the serpent,
His tongue out,
Lascivious and filled with venom.
He wants to make top, bottom,
Up, down,
High, low.
He is a machine for defeat.
Inevitably
I step on his head
And down I go.
And so, I roll the dice,
And move like an arthritic old man,
Space by tortuous space.
In this game
There are snakes,
There are no ladders.
