pawns,
your king has fallen
into oceans of tan and brown
his legs cut out from beneath him
by his queen.
he's swallowed alive by the squares
succumbed to his own nightmares
and there's nothing but his prayers
in between.

oh, yes i see you telling me
“please, reach down and pull him free”
though you know that where he goes
there's no room for me
but still you try,
still you try.