The black players and the white players:
There isn’t any craftiness in the game.
We know the white king will be checkmated
And the black king rule, who is strangely
Also white. The black men, too, have white
Crowns. We do not know what is good and what
Evil; but the black will win; and the white
Will, too, in the next game. Perhaps
We should look at it this way: each setting
Is a black move, and each rising
A white one; and the game, begun
Long ago, will go on long after
We are gone. Just who are playing this game
We do not know, we like to think we do.
We are, I like to think, playing it,
With all craftiness, on our chessboard hearts.
