Mary Tramley Campbell

oh will

willy shakespeare blew his mind
across four hundred years of time
the same old lines they carry still
the same old probes to heart and will.

but common themes and common stories
belie uncommon hopes and glories
and sensing this we cherish pain
to pass the time and entertain.

it’s true
we do
we entertain ourselves with pain
and approximate distance from it
and chase ourselves around will’s stage
to make it and to numb it.

it seems there’s hardly more to say
than will has put his timeless way
eternal questions carry on
repeat themselves and then we’re gone.

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