There is no answer to this place
The way the pieces tessellate
Just be gracious when you say
“I do not know”

If there are endings to these days
A point to all these games
I accept the hollowness of praise –
Others and my own

There is no conclusion to this play
No damsel here to save
Make some honour out of disgrace –
And leave alone

But there’s a lesson to be learned from shame
At least you know its name
Embrace the beauty of its face
As you strike for home.