The Anthologist
[Spring 1969]


He Cheated Away

Roy F. Barrows

He cheated away--
fell unbruised.
He cheated his way

A face mashed 
running blood
Red like
painted turtles
we crushed
between rocks--
I needed that.

No one would look
for that face
in a crowd.
I would have
had him dead
and ended it.