Antagonists

Death and I sit
in the far side corner
shadows crackle dark warmth
like graffitti scrawls
then in a blind moment,
disappear.

Frustrated with the
Jenga game, I mull over
this uncanny situation.
Who really plays games with
Death?

Death's turn. Inept he watches
the wood blocks crash to
the table; a sightless equestrian
overestimating a jump.
In this extraordinary moment
I turn to leave.

Wretched, I wander to the
center of the room.
Forlorn thoughts
swirl; a lovely kiss
taffy-like, but without
color.

Scrabble next, not my forte
as I stumble with
clownish clumsiness
to sit across from
God. Frowning I muse
over my tiles.

Triple letter score,
no more tiles,
I look up with an
abhorrent glance
expecting retribution.
I turn to leave
another amazing moment
as I glance back with
a beautifully sarcastic
smile proclaiming
me,
winner.