Wednesday, 27 December 2023

'All the world's a stage.'

You and I, unlike Shakespeare's raucous audiences,
sit silently alone – not together, but near each other
inside the theatre – not really understanding
the rage that is Humanity
outside our cage of consciousness,
beyond the speeches and the worn-out scenery.

(for Malcolm)


1 comment:

  1. Great poem. My epitaph will read: "He hadn't a clue what was going on."

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