Endgame

[on The Crucifixion by Salvadore Dali]

Night and shadow descended;
Unnatural dusk.
No star dares to cast its eye
Upon this scene of despair.

In the desert, cast in shade,
The aftermath of
A game; White stands defeated.
The queen looks upon her king

Clutching a shroud to her breast,
Her eyes cast upward
At the cubic crucifix.
His eyes do not meet her gaze

But linger unseen on the
Sky veiled in shadow.
From mountains in the distance
A breath of light weakly flows.

Yet a square is discolored
Under the floating Cross.
Her will and guidance lost,
Checkmate. The queen mourns her lord.