Stalemate.
No one can move
All other pieces are gone
Just the two kinds
Endlessly circling the board
Afraid to get close
So it is impossible

And the black flies
Laugh from overhead
Assured of a feast
In good time

As their strength dwindles
And the two kings sway
Their patterns through the squares
Toppling to span several

Even in death
At least one square between
These two
As the commentators
Swoop in to
Claim their prize