Strategy Poem by Rafa Martin

Fallen from the blades of a giant
Made of time and mistakes

I build ethereal castles
Grass of children's fury

With the back unarmed
In a puzzle for mad beginners

I seat my remaining pieces
With rust of abandoned android

I half tremble
Like everything I learn

In my hangers factory
I mend socks without a partner

I use manuscripts as tables
I try to run barefoot

And think on tiptoe
When the skinny look for

Between my sorrows
Her last prey