So Moving

Desirous of triumph over
Your desire to triumph over,

You peruse the literature
Of peace in your mind, but the mind

Just pretends it can be appeased.
The mind has bigger things in mind

Than your calm, little animal.
Some pawns get to live the whole game

Sitting stilly on the first square
Where they were placed. Others are pushed

All over the world. Most are gone
Before the game is over, but

Even if you never moved once,
Never lived chilling adventures,

Were never taken, sacrificed,
The game still ends. You’re desirous

Of triumph over your desire
Since neither triumph nor desire

Have any gifts to give to you
Other than the end of them both.

You think this quietly somewhere
Waiting for something to move you.