Games of the Future

There was a glass chess set
On a mirrored board
Where all of the pieces
Were identical pawns

And a version of Monopoly
Where all of the properties
Were already owned
And only for rent

And a pair of dice
Where each side was marked
With a single black dot
So that no one could win

And a deck of cards
That all were the same
The cold black image
Of the ace of spades

Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.

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