Not the hand that fed me, or
Not the winning hand?
If the former, I will not
Bite it if I win.
If the latter, I will bite
The dust soon enough.
From the overlook
Behind a desert strip mall
In the USA,
One can peer out like Moses
Over promised shopping lands,
Those box stores and parking lots
And know, even resisting,
This was not the hand.
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