Stratagems by Max Thrax

Back and forth
On a checkerboard
Heaving silk
Your sick smile

Were these the cities
How did they die

Who threshed 
And threshed
Outside the cities

Who starved and sank
On the plains

"No real truths
Only stratagems"
From your tongue

Your eyes
Back and forth
On a checkerboard

Like mine
Jaundiced brow
Clotted blood

MAX THRAX is fiction editor of Apocalypse Confidential. His novel God Is A Killer is available now from Close To The Bone.

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