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Game Faces
by Angela Yuriko Smith
“Checkmate,” one god said.
He smiled with self-assurance.
There was no answer.
The other god reached
across the board for her queen—
an overlooked threat.
“Maybe a stalemate,”
she said. “This time, no losers.”
He narrowed his eyes
seized hold of the board
and flipped the pieces skyward—
pawns shattered on tile.
“Everyone loses,”
he said. “I win or no wins.”
He stomped on the shards.
“It’s in this moment,”
she said. “That we all collapse—
humanity lost.”
She knelt and retrieved
a pawn, crushed beneath his heel
and set it upright.
“Without every piece
there’s no more game, no more wins—
every pawn matters.”
Beneath them the world
continued in its orbit
unaware of us.
Fiction © Copyright Angela Yuriko Smith
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
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A haunting beautiful poem.
Good one, Angela. Wise U R! I take it that the god (or goddess) made the crushed pawn whole again when she picked it up from the floor.
Love it!