Chess mates, drawn to checkmate
when white plays black, as always
in a game again where winners
take it all and pawns
are sacrificed for kings.
The white queen rooks,
and with eyes that are to mate
a toppled king.
There is a timeless wind
a staleness carved
with cigarettes, when afterwards
a homeless man searches cobblestones
for fallen pawns.
Time again for Magpie Tales, and this image contains so many magnificent tales. So much tension. It was a joy to write to it.