Thursday, November 29, 2012

Hamlet

2/07

Hold the light. Hold is closer
to his Yorick, soon-chapless
skull.
Unbidden, he shuffles into greater sleep.
Oh, Prince -
the spell bound for all the world
is mettled up in you.
You, now as was and not as is - 
to be, you are not to be.
What's done is done and cannot
be undone.
Your death is heavy,
and that of all your men,
be you twice or thrice the King
your father could have been,
before hell began to swallow your whole accursed race.

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