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Mark Dohle, US
 

 

 

 

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Chess

 

One pawn after another lost,
years pass and a bishop or knight destroyed,
one day a castle is overcome.


One after another pieces lost
until only the Queen remains;
the strongest hope,
then she is captured.


Checkmate
death wins again.


You can slow the game down,
yet like flowers we wither and fade,
called into another mystery
that terrifies.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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