End Game

A few soldiers
and two tired monarchs
move around the emptied hills
warily, wearily
waiting to pounce
with bared claws
on any mistake,
display of boredom,
failing muscles,
osteoporosis,
Alzheimer’s

 

Losing concentration
as their clocks tick down
they repeat the same moves
twice, three times
and its all over
a sterile wind
blows through
the emptied halls

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© Johnmichael Simon

2005

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