Pieces Poem By Paul Lake

Pieces Poem By Paul Lake

The queen moves with unbounded liberty.
Slant-eyed, a bishop offers up a prayer,
A horse-faced gallant full of chivalry
Enters the family trade, an officer.
A rook, high as a silo, lets fire fall,
Then ends its run behind a remnant pawn.
The king strolls past his garden’s rose-grown wall
To issue statements from the castle lawn.
Only the pawns, bald-domed as army ants,
Urged to the common good by stripes and prayers,
Regard the board, cursed with their consciousness
Of all the horror of those empty squares.

Pieces Poem By Paul Lake

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