King Lear dropped by last night.
Brought his whole ensemble out:
Daughters, court, Gloucester’s eyes,
Shakespeare learnt en route,
Out of one kingdom, an evasion,
Straight into this fools’ paradise.
Thud thud thud. Let’s to our prison!
Old man, I see that recognition
In your eyes. What desire! Still?
After all these years? The audience
So nice in its comprehension.
Young flesh is long since dead.
The poetry transcends time and beats
Its cacophonous drum. A soliloquy
Out of the ecstasy of kingdom’s cum.
Earth covered son and blood
Splattered everyone until we knew
It was on our own hands too.
I wonder how many felt your agony?
Exhaustion, shame? I wonder how
Many conspire in the reign
Of those who let a whim determine
Who’s in, who’s out? Who played
which part? Who’s left outside
the theatre again, alone in the rain
These are the leaders who sneak
And crawl, who hide and recoil
From the light, who wear masks
And lie. These are the leaders who gamble and steal and throw bombs to throw our gaze off course. These are the leaders who inhabit another world, for whom this realm is only a means to their own end.