Poem:::Chess

by Jona Branzuela Bering

(for Papa Vencio)

You can bit me up with just three moves.

Of course, you can, since you're the king

while I'm just a pawn.

You had taught me the alphabet, and then

the language of the game, before learning the

aphorisms, philosophies (all by myself), which

are larger than the board. Watch your opponent

—and his moves. I do watch you. So closely.

At first, your moves are exceptional. Yet,set

after set, your flaws are visible. 

And though I'm just a pawn, I blurted out—-definite.

                                                           "Stalemate!"