Letter #4

 

‘Prithee say on.’ Hamlet, II, ii

 

Let the knife do its work

and cut the loaf

 

as we live invested in a body

of preposterous ideas

 

Abandon hopes plans ships

and yourself

 

The yard’s a mess of fallen twigs

Sodden turf records

 

the prints you left

but couldn’t cover

 

You heard the gate creak

and her foot disturb some gravel

 

Her fragrance and image

flowed between your fingers

 

Her crumb of sustenance

and drop of toxin

 

needn’t disappoint you

now you know

 

she prays you

say more

                                                                       11 July 2023