Endgame
for Demasduit
I miss you Mary March.
Arrested for the crime
of stealing iron hearts
and dying of assimilation.
Why were you left, buried
in the Arctic snow?
Two months later,
in Plaza 1 de Mayo,
home of lascivious virgins
and haunted old men,
my maté steams, a lonely knight
on the chessboard table.
- Chris Oke