I observed the cooling towers to be chessmen
During our descent
In Indian style
Beneath a scattering of morning rooks
My ex-lover and I
Took another
Single pace
Forwards.
The church below us was a bishop
Pinned within the rank and file
Of it's pointless gravestones
Threatening an undiscovered mate
My pace losing tempo
The steep decline
My ex-lover and I
Took another
Single pace
Forwards.
The long diagonal of a five barred gate
Already crossing something out
A straight path forked
I took a long view of a shortening game
And in the end the rain fell
My ex-lover and I
Took another
Single pace
Forwards.
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