Conjure up Joe my grandfather:
Small, sharp-eyed, good posture,
A well-trimmed mustache.
Set him down some place
A city will do; so will a village
An encampment, a hamlet,
A berg, a settlement, a prison.
(Do it at dawn or dusk
So few people notice his arrival)
Done? Good -- my thanks to you!
He's shut his eyes for six seconds,
Casually shaken his clothes
Into perfect order.
He's setting his rectangular-faced watch
Exactly five minutes fast
Now he starts walking steadily
Towards a place where people
Are playing chess. There
An opponent will be waiting.
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