Deprived of passion we play chess
intertwining black and white men
not fearing death, the ancient bond,
when wooden statues feel no pain.
Forgetting, when I take a piece,
that hearts are battling, human blood
is pounding for connection here
but, miss the move, misunderstood.
A king falls and our hands embrace
across this board where chessmen stood;
we look each other in the eyes
of childhood, boyhood, brotherhood.