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 ta
What am I?
Ill tell you now!
I'm a wee blue shell crab
Scuttling on the rocks,
Who likes to eat your crumbs
watch you kids play
And bury my head in the sand on those hot days,
an' flip to my backside sleeping on the sunny
At night you can't see me
Im hiding under the scruff,
trying to reach the sliced shell in the sky,
That beautiful shell hung high up in the sky
but ah! She runs from me.
She beckons! She mocks me!
She mocks the wee little crab,
an' I scuttle on the rocks,
The wee little crab