SQUARES
dark squares
light squares
he is a classy player:
knows the precise order
of the relationship between them
also is expert with clocks
has clearly established
in the minds of
all and sundry
that come Hell or
high water in a particular game
losing on time
is outright impossibility
Oh that imperial palace
of a poem
there we see chess in
all its class oppositions
and anxieties
the bishops scrambling down
diagonals like
Hurricane pilots intercepting
the Luftwaffe fighting
to get altitude
in the sky it is so much
nobler
easier to succumb
to the mythology of the machine
poems 2 die for 