before his death he wondered how to be
or not to be!
Claudius killed Hamlet's father!
then he married the widowed mother,
ex-wife of his brother.
and i wondered if there was no other
plot possible for Shakespeare?
or did all these events appear
clearly delineated as he was
walking along the Avon river?
later, i watched the Dali Lama announce he would resign,
take up writing stage plays
in a well-worn orange robe with his baby smile.
he wondered aloud if he could lock himself away in his private room for days on end,
crafting a human interest fable
on his family heirloom table?
he had an idea about a maid named Mable
who wears a small white apron,
serves a human skull on a small white tray
for her employer who was named Hamlet but on their very first rehearsal day Hamlet would die tragically
after a brief sword fight.
the maid eventually needs to serve herself and wash the supper dishes while the Dali Lama runs for President,
chasing feral dogs around the Lincoln Memorial during a campaign stop.
the Lama hears the dogs of war
crying Havoc! and something more
but before he can make sense of the scene, an old gravedigger drops a noisy shovel while burying Ophelia in nearby Arlington National Cemetery.
everyone nearby stopped to pray but i couldn't hear the eulogy or what they might have to say or not to say,
at the service,
far from the Avon river.
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