Alan L. Winters

SHAKESPEARE’S REVENGE

There I was upon the stage
The lime lights turned up high
Out in front for all to see
Delivering my soliloquy.

With Yurok’s skull clutched in my hand
I bade him fine farewell.
And with the lights on me alone
I knelt upon the stage to moan.

And when the play had ended
I took my curtain call
Then wakened with esteem…
To sleep, perchance to dream.