gambit

lethal vantage

of ophan-crowned queen

poised, lithe and omniscient to claim

vagrants vigilant guarding marble harbor

to tangent plane

forged within the rookery

wash my face - walk tall,

to sound not the dinner bell

for the carnal shells. the sordid corporeals

lurking: ice pick in hand to crack

my body of glass — look through me.

spirit more hungry

than the jittering gaunt

gnawing maws

of the profanely awaiting

temporal port and its alluring

masquerading as autophaging

only One may see our weakness —

to Him only may we cry.