Poem: Casting the die
By: F. Poussin
The odd die is cast, for it is not of six sides;
only two options will emerge from the drunken roll.
A yes or a zero, no maybe nor perhaps;
The gray areas will be white or they will be black.
The suspense is little, the consequences full of fear,
for the die will fall with the full force of a guillotine.
The outcome will be clean, and it will be certain,
the judgment final, without a chance for appeal.
Life or death, boy or girl, guilty or innocent;
the two sided die may hold treasure as well.
It has fallen to reveal two destinies, win or lose,
and the players may smile or they may frown.