HERE
it was not a great play
the Danish constabulary
arresting Hamlet’s
uncle
in the final
scene
bringing him to justice
full force of the law
warm
inside we felt
but harrowing catharsis
was what we
paid for
nothing quite like the blood
soaked stage
that marks the escalation
to biblical proportions
full geometric progression
that marks the fulfiment
of desired revenge
likewise
love restored
Othello and Desdemona
working on jealousy and
self image
in partners’ therapy
or Dionysus giving Pentheus
a book to read
about his divinity help
this stupid
fascistic king
better understand
the god of ecstasy’s ultimate
terrible kindness,
beautiful power
(Nietzsche’s The Birth
of Tragedy
could do this well)
but
none of these cut it
none make the cut
regarding what
we need.
the hours spent in the theatre
must alter time, change
our perception
bring us
to the threshold of
apocalypse at the
insane spectacle
such as
is in flood across
the airwaves
.
as is presented here
poems 2 die for 