Jake's Flea Market

all around us moonbeams spark
off cannons wheeled round the battlements

late window light by late window 
light behind us goes out   

the castle keep darkens up    
and goes slowly to sleep

and now light unscripted
heaven’s light   the light of hell
light from the world that was 
and from the world that is to come   light 
light in the like of the dead king 
light that strides with the dead king’s stride

a clublength from us   
across these platform planks

the visor open   
where i should see
hamlet’s father at his peace   
i see sorrow