Three cardplayers

in a game of three:

Stick, Twist, Bust.

Three lords of the dance,

Thump, Boot, Headbutt,

rough tongued and tattooed, three liebknechte.

Freelance, hitmen, anyone’s.

Anyone: that huddle at the door,

three fiddlers about to play the Fire Hose Reel.

Three men in a tub.

Three drunks in a pub.

Three dark eyed assassins.

The three gold-tongued knights of the court

of King Arthur, three horsemen

who are Dürer’s knight, death, the devil.

Umbilicus, the young naval attaché,

Scrotum, the wrinkled old retainer,

Sputum, a Flemish outcast.

Three separate faces

on the night bus, that follow you home,

and know where you live now.