KING

Crown.
Only slaves would steal
to trade with a chemist, 

a king shall win it

through inheritance 

or by sword or merit. 

And what about the mind? 

A hidden Crown is

the question, 

arouses much curiosity, 

plays in silence

like the Grail, 

calls for retrieval 

yet hides in skins

of womanlike mystery!

The treaty?
Mind is the king,
body its slave,
all books say,
all know
none pays interest
for the Crown
manages
mirrors and veils,
the Crown always
rests and awaits
for the body
to bow to its King,
until the game
ends on check
...
and mate,
are you worried?