"The Dingy Playing Cards" by Robert Bly Friends, it's time to give up our hope for Rapture. Saucers will not carry us away. Raskolnikov Had to depend on the police to help him sleep. Our soul loves the dingy cards that have been dealt To the ne'er-do-wells. The old men put the old Queens down with their smoke-stained fingers. In the Cirque Du Soleil, when the acrobats Sweep out over the crowd, babies are being Born who know much more than we ever did. The yellow teeth of old jackrabbits explains a lot About the shortage of mercy; the caterpillar's walk Reminds us of the Mongols galloping toward Khorakhan. After the funeral, once they are safe, the dead begin To miss losing at cards. We know that Cain and Abel Want to meet each other again on the plowed field. Robert, there's not a single humiliation we could