Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Pushkin & The Queen of Spades."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Pushkin & the Queen of Spades."


(dedicato: Angela Savida)


...I NEVER PLAY Cards unless my Life depends upon it? Whilst I can "fall in love" within a moment, a place, (St. Petersburg?) a Diamond then a face, then a Heart....later broken, from which my OWN will spend a lifetime to erase; I always play the Queen of Spades? And become irretrievable?
(How so, if I do not play games of Chance...U may ask?)
An Idiot? Am I Stupid?  U ASK!!!? Do I need an Education? SOMEBODY...to take me under their wing?...I don't think so.

Tonight, a certain Chevalier lies encumbered, a Duel: Pistoles!
In deep Russian  snow it's doubtful (the cold?) they will execute their task or explode; the Duellers included? Yet here is the ORDER, the Command. The Satisfaction of HONOUR.......20 paces, about face, take aim: DO OR DIE!
(Infinity/eternity demands a Nano-second of Silence?)

"PHWAT-PHWAT!" And there's blood on Silk, then Cloth, then Snow...."Seconds" gather, horses STRAIN at their Carriage restraints!  HUMANS hush in the degradation of all that we do?

No matter. One Duellist, wounded in the left shoulder, the other, after firing, pissed his pants and fainted in the snow. So we gather this "affair of honour" and repose to the nearest tavern...to kiss a girl, to drink Voyka, to sing our songs and like Cossacks, stamp the taverns floor for NOTHING matters any more; after-all, I myself have an "affair of honour", a Duel, in the morning...and I always play the Queen of Spades!


c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/sciacca/sicily.