I am too tired for amazement
at the way I’ve been played:
once lionized as a prize ram,
now cracked as old leather.
On a board stippled with pins,
the only move is all fall down.
They’ve pinned a six-pointed
star to my chest. If it’s the first
you’ve seen so far, make a wish!
The googly-eyed olives
in the hors d’oeuvres tray
are tracking your every move.