accessible

Not going to lie. This poem frustrated me. Mostly because I like to have a right answer, and I could not figure out which way we were supposed to read it.

So, when I got the chance to, I simplified the words to my most basic understanding of the poem.

The poem now reads:

the useless heads

     tossed about DICE

fates CHANCEs in bitter reality

The useless heads                            humans in general, useless because

Tossed about dice                           we have no control over fate

Fates chances in bitter reality            fate can roll the dice (its chances) but they are already chosen

                                                       Therefore: our reality is chosen for us.

To me, it makes more sense. The meaning is more accessible. However, it's just my personal interpretation. I can't say if I like it more or less.

-a