mecum omnes plangite :
…..they say the mountains are filled with crystals,
and good fortune.
Turn off the gas now, the jester weeps;
it is the hour the long-haired croupier
(O Fortuna! Sors immanis!)
in skirt and stilettoes, steps
on shards from shattered hearts.
that which the eagles at night had dropped from Psunj….
“….perhaps I’ll bring you luck!”