Robert Fisher

I wrote this poem shortly after his death on January 17, 2008. Bobby Fisher, chess savant and master Unparalleled among the best that played. A champion, a genius, destroyer Of chess opponents, this day passed away. You either loved him or abhorred the man. There wasn’t middle ground. His time had come. Eccentricities never lost his fans. I am the proof, e pluribus Unum. In life his brief existence was tragic Perhaps in death we’ll gain understanding Of genius. Chess his forte, his magic Preoccupation gave us deepening Enlightenment of Caissa, his mentor. His spirit now with her forevermore.