I am the pawn
Over I go
One by one
Is what I know
I trudge the lawn
But do it slow
At first gait
I may go two
But that move
Is up to you
To seal the fate
Of those few
Who I fight
I must strafe
Left or right
To be safe
(a lowly plight
For a humble waif)
I am the bishop
hand in hand
With royalty
Is where I stand
In shape: closed tulip
In movement: grand
A deep-set groove
Alights my head
My path's a straight
Diagonal thread
A board-long move
My opponent's dread
from "All the Things in Our Blue Universe"
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