Aces Always Guilt-Black

Dark dresses held above 

Wine-splattered 

Feet 

Kings and queens

Strutting around their 

Guillotines 

With clad-iron shackles 

Oops

They slip

Chains around the nobles' knees

As heads tumble 

Off the white

And every joker is laughing 

Because in solitaire

We play ourselves 

With an ace up our sleeve