A Poem for Chessmen at a Congress
Carol Rumens, 18 June 1981
“... bold your cry of ‘Checkmate, Shah maat!’ King Dad will rise again, his crown unspilled, his lady hard-faced at his side. You mustn’t think I’m gloating, now shiver when you hear the whispering of my skirts along the aisles where those dumb beasts, the backs of your heads, graze in their sensual doze. I’m miles from the queening square. Although no ... ”