What's The Hurry‪?‬

Honoring the Bard!

A Murderer

No need then to take a life,

Silence its voice

Strew its brains across the gutter

Shred its fibers into pulp

When bold Macbeth

Has done it for me: I’ve heard his heart knocking at his ribs, Staggered with him from the king’s bedchamber

Bedabbed in gore,

Hunched in the dark with not two but three henchmen

In Banquo’s path,

And waded so far into Fife’s red pool

It was easier to go o’er than turn back.

We two, famous murderers,

Have had our fill.

November 1991