Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix/a.k.a-David Michael Oxley on Facebook: "The Queen of Spades."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix/a.k.a. David Michael Oxley on Facebook: "The Queen of Spades."

"The Queen of Spades/"apres" Russian Poet PUSHKIN.

....MURDER IS MURDER, a heart for a heart, Cain & Abel, REMUS & the other guy, a GAL somewhere in between. Poison? A stiletto?

Or a Glock 9mm, that old Victorian fave ARSENIC ("sans" old lace) to cramp/crimp the advances of your best friend, brother, cousin, the competition, to win a young maid's heart?

Maybe she doesn't LIKE YOU!? Rachael-Rachael! "Ask the Maiden!" Does she have to die?

Murder is murder. U might get to SWING (?), a gamble on a playing card, the Queen of Spades; with your own hands U dig your own grave, instant, or regrets, a haunting plague, a Kadish or Dirge...but not for U. Darkness orbits in all that we choose.

 And the "long time Sun", as planets YO-YO/cycling, shine out after U've been hanged, a silent echo to yet further UN-resound. Guaranteed-forgotten! What is this passion/CULTURE that turns Men into Hounds? 

Murder is murder. A Life for a Life. A Contessa, a Lady, a fishmonger's wife. A girl defying ISLAM who let her long hair flow free. Stoned to death, Bride-burning, yet Medievalist/Islamist MEN a-feared she be the Queen of Spades, "in shah-Allah" towards their darkest evil fate.

Like Prometheus, a dark specter hovers, carrion picking at my bones, in a World of gender of in-justice & my computer-laptop battery is running low.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.