I sing the song of earth and breath, of life
seen and unseen, sung and unsung, of sights
invisible and visible, of songs
no one hears, songs of love and songs of strife,
guaranteed to prick up your ears, your tears
tumble and fall down cheeks, as your heart fights
hunger and thirst, for food and drink, with tongs
ephemeral light burns with wood and coals
since before sun and moon produce dark fears
of childhood lost and adolescence gone,
no one cares of problems, of growing old,
growing useless, or obsolete, the pawn
of chess, no better and no worse, the bold
forthright queen knows battles, those are her goals.
Eclipse sun with moon, darkness fills the land,
as queens wage war on the soil of green pitch,
remember brutal pawns all look alike,
to hear a song, to understand how sand
harbors no ill will against sleeping tides,
as they roll over shores, sewing a stitch,
no larger than a thimble in its wake,
descending the long slope back out to sea,
brides of princes become queens who fight brides
recognizant of pawns with swords, these men
earn their living dying for their country,
as the breath of earth leaves their souls, women
take turns washing the corpse body, to free
humanity of its need to drink tea.
Of wars for tea and leaves to drink, the queens
fight in broad daylight, or darkness of night,
little keeps them away from a battle,
if wars must be fought, battles won, they fight
for king and country, feeding the cattle,
eclipsed by sun and moon, within their means.
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