Pawns

Into the mist, some
giant hand on my fat
bald head
into a void of
cool monochrome.

I was afraid, for
being what I was
only able to move
forward: I was
an automaton.

There were voices
above me, who spoke
loudly in broad tones
and I wondered why  I
was tense and envious.

So I said,

"Let me move my legs
and love the tallest
woman, together
we shall love and
be somewhere else."

and they looked down
upon me. They frowned
upon me, and stood.
Slapped us down in
three quick strokes.

And though she lay
near me, I wondered if I
would move again.
I wondered if the game
would continue.