Continuing to Bosch it up :) - 2

Yes, why am I a dice?

They also say it as die

These humans

And why a five, four, two

hanging on a pitchfork

or in mid-air

and over a naked woman's head -

(to show it all is to be is diceworthy?

a woman is just an object to be gambled, a gamble?) -

bigger than my mates

on a table, three

far away from me

Why not one and three

or a six of me

me thus shown to advantage to all?

And why am I alone, denied

to rub with Lady Dice

on that brown surface

when all around me

men

and women copulate

men with women or mice

men with men

and women with women

and even men with beasts

and half-human, half machines

and birds and bees and flowers

fruits and leaves and towers

Why am I alone

left to hang here

for nothing

I can make out still,

only being a Thing?

Does not a Thing have feelings?

If you roll us don't we come to a stop?

And at the roll of a dice

are not kingdoms won and lost?

Women bartered and sold

their dresses removed and wars fought?

A dice is no mean thing

We decide destinies

At a twist of a wrist and a tumble

Give me my wish, someone

and paint over this thing

this damn painting

and put me on that table

with my six as the fable

so I can rub against

yon Lady Dice and Die.