before it could be read
from ambassadors’ letters to norway
to poland to the emperor everywhere
that his nearly old mother’s newly widowed or
before there’s time for uncle claudius to walk
mother gertrude on his arm in the garden
to walk ‘til her smile suns through the rain of her tears
and she becomes again beautiful desireable
‘til the night clothes of mourning fall away
and she rises again in a dawn of wedding gown or
before political polonius has time to sit the queen
down from her sorrow into a chair of distraction
in a makeshift theatre in the sound resonant atrium teach
against oedipus teach against a welcome home for hamlet or
before ambitious fortinbras arrives to escort
the widow through the doors onto the dancefloor dance
he needed to hurry home he said he said he wished
yorick was still alive yorick who his mother loved
before it could be read
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