A piece from the packet

 divide this land
A piece here and there
A tank an artillery piece
Setting them up dedicated child

Bring the bucket

Create a reality
Let the smirk chaff the court
Walk serenely into the war room
Carrying the pieces

The enthusiasm of the child´s face
As a few of those pieces are put on the board
Ramifications whispered by the wilted remains
of wraith admiral

Paces infront of the table
grin almost tumbles
yet lights up again
some hidden furnace

Teeth beared as he beams
trotting awkwardly across the schoolyard
Toy soldiers well packed
curious peers pangs of envy in their guts

Keep up with the trott as the child chooses a patch of grass
They kneel down in unison such a ritual just to shock the hdden observers
As if planned perfectly and executed a thousand times
Now the boy´s grin is on all of their faces

consuming their cheeks and eyes
A piece is drawn from the packet
Hands meet in a slow silent clap
that forms a prayer