Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions, an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since 2008 .

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:

Karl said...

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