A Lively Form Of Death

Oh eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears; O life, no life, but lively form of death...

Thomas Kyd(1558-1594): The Spanish Tragedy(1592)

Through the clouds like milk,

light piercing to faded eyes

and time stands, a stage set

for the unscripted to take

place, a sudden change -

a voice to break the silence

of days, a bird in black costume

falling to the ground, the

pale orange cat

with feathers emerging,

the curtain white torn

open with the blue sliver

of a heavenly blade, herald

to set the play moving. Let

it end here, this Kyd's

Hamlet of a life lost.

26.07.2017