The Game

The spineless angels
Play cards
On the cosmic table
While the world burns
In their absence
Their coffers
Filled with praise and adoration
Their glasses are always full
But they still can't get drunk
They flip the cards on the table
A game with rules
Passing time to ignore
The fate of fools
An ace there, a queen here
The joker's missing from this deck
In the larger scheme of things
A significant speck 

Who knows what nightmares 

Bubble in the heaping trouble

That brews in the corner 

Of the dark game room

Just lit by the fire

Of a slowly burning moon