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Above the birds circled
Silhouette patterns in the sky,
Monochromatic mosaics which shuffled like aging hands
Moving wooden pieces across a board
In some endless game,
Watching, always watching
Waiting for that killer move
That only Time knew
Would never come,
As far below, talking monkeys
Hurled sticks and stones across the fields,
Reached over the seas to tear the rage on others such as them
Moving invisible pieces across a board
As if they had a goal,
Forgetting that they had the gift
Of sound and word and voice,
Turning time upside down
As if it bore the blame,
And still above their sightless heads
The shadows wove designs,
Building plans like those before who came and failed and fell
Moving broken pieces across a board
As if there were a point,
Waiting, always waiting
Til aching wings gave way
Above the spinning rock
As silent Time fell still.
© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2018
