No Mercy, All Magic

by Shasparay

Praise be to the Uno game dealer on Easter Sunday.

We broke bread, and then you broke out the cards.

Your brown hands blessed the deck.

A rainbow of seven

passed to only those with hair of wool.

You preached the Good Book of Mattel

and it was so.

A reverse war waged.

A raging ash-dusted palm 

smacks the table 

like stretched sheep’s skin.

A serenade of laughs,

communion,

fresh creased cards

worn from battle,

holding memory.

Praise be to the sixteen disciples 

who showed up to the kickback

 …late,

but showed up nonetheless.

Praise be the pound cake crumbs.

Skip begot 

Draw 4 begot;

draw 6, begot;

draw 10.

Me, the host, banished to the kitchen to make the fried fish multiple,

but all was still good.

I may not have made it to church that day

but still,

             born again.