Three Deciduous Forests

With a knife one came across

To a cell where a being was

Won a duel and took the spoils

Of all the being's wordly toils

And though not moved since game's begun

That being now seems back at cell one

Like willow tree with branches bent

Face turned down in sad lament

Of oranges and beans unspent

And sculptures joyous to invent

Of rules not made to regiment

In Go!

but

now

all

gone.