End Game

QUEEN to the top row signals end game:
BEGET now of history’s tides a great closing.
LEASE on moment, on circumstance, on the known is so short,
QUAKEs the rule. Pockets of calm will be someone’s golden age centuries from now.

Change-proof

AGILE minds twist, dodge, weave, even as conviction seeks to seize.
DETER demands of change: most human trait.
ADMIT not what might force the climb down, the apology, the review, the realization.
VALID, we might admit of other arguments, but true, if we hold it not?

Grim

‘He’s a
GONER, you can tell by the crack in his
SKULL, the slit in his throat, and the
TYING of his neck to the ceiling. Want to make a proper
AUDIT?’

My first attempt today was a GONER.
Violent, and a nasty piece to come out of my SKULL.
Plainly my imagination needs an AUDIT,
Fingers need control when I’m TYING (er, typing).

Silly lines

JIFFY—a jot more than a flash. Say alphabet in Greek:
THETA arrives in jiffy, right where Brits have an haitch.
SCAMP steals the i from scampi, tosses it to line 1 as jot.
ACTOR thinks about these lines, thinks delivery cannot overcome some obstacles.

Clueless

The
TITANS (clueless) mixed gunpowder and
YEAST in their expensive secondhand
CANON (they don’t spell well). But the cannon was
LEAKY. After a rainfall the fizzy yeast frothed.

No audits

AUDIT life? Not hardly. Fully enrolled and final bleak.
SKULL, inside thereof, struggles to own the course,
TYING fitfully what happens to its precious rarity:
GONER struggles to grasp gone.