everyone is the Queen
on our endless chessboard
a world without corners
rotating in circles
rolling with the punches
rolling after a fall
rushing after tumbling
in our black and white world;

the horizon’s missing:
yet we -pawns – march onward
towards the board’s cliff’s edge
a one-two, a one-two
a one-two right hook punch
one-two into checkmate

let’s meet in the center;
drive our monochrome queens
quickly into our sockets
so we can see clearly
finally, eye to eye
a beautiful ceasefire
painted with crimson rose
all different colours
made of tears, made of tears.

my soul is weary and
my spirit is weakened
and all I want now is
to keep the pieces back in the box.