PIECES

PIECES

the pieces
never lie

they never fail
in their mission

so
   let me contemplate
inhaling fog
gorging on smoke

not under the precise
thought contraints of
chess
   clock time

whether
    two squares, one square
whether to advance
the d or
e
pawn

alternate universes
hanging on my choice
life
  or death
for them, spinning
out of contol

and in that discarded,
broken universe
where we
never met
never spoke

no victor, vanwuished,
joy or
sorrow

just other pieces, pawns,
Kings, Queens
following their
scripts to
a T

wonderful games, though
I never get to hear of them.