25 March 2007


Murders, witches, ghosts, and all that shit
over five acts, we recollect the lot;
remembering stray lines and burnished wit
we keep in mind the threads of the hard plot.
It's not the kind of thing that we'd forget,
this play that actors fear, but must produce
since audiences love it for the strong purge
of all our senses; still it will seduce
even those most fearful, for all have the urge
to take their turn upon that tragic stage
and show the limits of ambition. There's hope
in all of us that when we turn the page,
we'll find another Scot, one who will cope
when all is said and done, with lord and wife,
and bring our fears to such huge, vivid life.

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