Beltik’s sorrow can’t be hidden as Harmon says You’re done Mister Shaibel Gave Beth his bible It became her knife and gun She sees the game inside her head Queens dance upon the ceiling On greens and whites she dreams in bed her painted walls are peeling Harmon toys with men and boys dazed by what they see intellect cuts through the noise and brings them to their knees With Gibson sips upon her lips her Librium emerges breaks through the clouds and Russian crowds from Borgov she diverges Sixty-four squares of sanctuary where logic seeks control kings and knights queens and pawns white ivory, black coal Harmon toys with men and boys dazed by what they see intellect cuts through the noise and brings them to their knees She sees the game inside her head Queens dance upon the ceiling On greens and whites she dreams in bed her painted walls are peeling Harmon knows the space that grows separates her from her rivals in ragged clothes the orphaned girl across from Mr. Shaibel
