How patiently my chessmen wait
In serried ranks upon their board!
''Front rank steady! Rear rank steady!''
And steadfast there they all will stand
Until at last some human hand
Intervenes,launching some heady
Attack so they can show their hoard
of subtle moves through check to mate.
And so it was with rock and air and troubled sea
Waiting and wasting through what seemed eternity
Heading always towards a duller entropy.
No divine hand was then,no Plan to win or fail,
Until at last life came,that little life so frail
That from their waste made elephant and whale.
© Peter H.W.Brooker. 2006
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