I throw it in the heat of the play
Not caring where it lands
It sails through the air, on an unknown course
Its movement, in gods hands.
There is a thud and down it sinks
It settles where it lies.
But when we go to reclaim it
It’s gone, our joy, it dies.
We search, we seek, to no avail
We shuffle back to home,
We imagine that it waits for us
Sitting, cold, alone.
For that day, to our dismay
There’s days the gods will punish those
Who’re careless when they play.