Here, you and I stand, in the barren land, the empty land, our foreign familiar land! Stranded amongst swirling, snaking sets of stairs, engraved in the ground or hung in the blazing sky. Books are splattered in ridiculous piles catering for crows. “The path to paradise begins in hell.” Peck! Peck! Peck!
Checkered feet. Cold black. You’re Ivory. Half the pieces are missing. First move, you turn, next move, bishop shifts, pawn, E4. Next move, queen E2, protected by a pawn, a fortress, betrayed by a fortress. Next move, you’re snuggly trapped. My knight, C3. Checkmate. The game is over. You lose. "Peck?"
Blackness takes over. Crow comes to us and blunt-sharp beaks pecks your inside, my conscious mind. Peck! Peck! Peck! So near, so brutal. Peck! Peck! Peck! I see them a-pecking us from far far away.