Sport

Let us both play a game today.

Let us each be a sport today.
It need not at all be rational,
Let us just brace ourselves.

Let us both harden our hearts.

Let us both cloud our senses.

We will play with pointed daggers

With which we will etch lines

Dark, serpentine and crooked

Like our morbid tangled thoughts.

We will play with sharp swords

With which along the built barriers

We will cut up lands, rivers and seas

Into pieces we will call mine and yours.

We will then assume positions

Rigid, offensive and unchangeable.

We will hate and clash and fight.

And then with assumed victories and defeats,

We will walk back and farther apart;

Widen lines; etch them ruddier and deeper;

Raise barriers, make them higher and stronger.

Like many games, this will fetch us accolades.

(This poem first appeared in Verse-Virtual )