Like men on a chess board,
Your skin and hair form a nationalistic demarcation,
Light,
Dark,
With your glazed-over mind,
Discontented and inattentive,
Feuding with the next moment in
Deferent disbelief.
.
You have shrouded yourself in chemicals,
20 pounds skinnier,
Conferring
Again and again
With that moment when you lost all hope
In a maze of knife-wielding knights and rooks.