Marc Carver’s most recent poem to appear here was The Poem (November 2012).
Noughts and Crosses
By Marc Carver
I look down on the street.
There are two white Xs.
Runaways from the circus
of an abandoned noughts
and crosses game.
They fill no real spaces
of purpose now.
Just
an unfit loneliness,
of being without
their nemesis and foes.
There are two white Xs.
Runaways from the circus
of an abandoned noughts
and crosses game.
They fill no real spaces
of purpose now.
Just
an unfit loneliness,
of being without
their nemesis and foes.
They stay in a random
exact distance from each other
waiting
for one day when the rest
of the crosses and noughts
will find them
there in the street.
And once again
they will have
their reason, their purpose.
