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Alrighty, I don’t know if someone who isn’t a member of the poets forum can see if I tag them, so I’ll copy/paste this over. This is a free-verse poem I wrote a while back after a friend and I played a game of chess over text messages, that started by me sending this post that said something like “Cheating at chess is more fun than playing chess: ‘would you look at that, while you were gone, my pawns found Jesus and are all bishops now'”
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“Checkmate!” you said.

I moved a pawn

In front of my king.

“Pawns can’t move sideways,” you said.

I shrugged and smiled.

“The pawn has an airplane.”

You looked at the board,

And captured both pawn and king.

“My rook has a laser beam,” you said.

I tapped one of your knights.

(You’re playing with black; me, white.)

“This knight is loyal to me.

My king gave her the kingdom.

You can’t kill your own color.”

As you studied on this,

With a flick of my wrist,

Your king was alone on the board.

But this didn’t phase you;

It rather amused you,

And my pieces, along with the knight,

Found themselves under the board,

Your king on a single square up above.

I flicked a lever,

And an iron cage surrounded your king.

“We’re at a standstill,” I said.

“You are trapped and so am I.

And yet, you cannot kill your knight,

My queen.”

You just smiled and your king pulled out

A cannon that fit in his hands.

A bishop of mine threw a rock.

It knocked your cannon out of reach.

But I watched in amazement

As it fell to the basement,

Falling onto your black knight, my queen.

“I cannot kill my own piece,” you said.

“But you certainly can.”