Tarot Gammon

Throw up, throw up, throw up.
After a while, the muse

Throws up, too. Isabel
Allende, please accept

These apologies for
That joke. It only works

Translated. Reading up
On board game history

And its entanglements
With fortune telling, chance,

And the deeply entrenched
Strategic obsessions

Of your species suggests
There might be a market

For recombining fate
And backgammon, à la

Senet, but now by way
Of tarot, arcana

At every point. The point
Is translation’s a game

Of recombination
In which some puns are lost

But some are regained. Roll
Your dice; race against fate.