Jake's Flea Market

in his voice i hear
neither amazement nor fear as he 
glances again at that soul that 
ignites into the image of his previous king

it’s the same light he saw the night before

there’s no funeral attendance
in his attitude as he watches the specter 
move across the battlements like a torch 
that lights the bedchamber of the 
night in which the world sleeps

instead he speaks 
to the prince of the portuguese as  
queen gertrude might

had hamlet heard
the insubordination   the sarcasm 
in that watchman’s voice that declares
because horatio’s a scholar he 
should speak to that ghost 

had claudius heard
marcellus’d be whipped