Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life,
Literature and Love
Do the Witches Visit Him at Night?
a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more; it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing
Macbeth V.v.24-28
At night a
false-robed Sharpie-man -
On maps he
seismographs his name
On seas
and lakes and bits of land
Crowning
himself with eternal fame
At night a
poor old sleepless wretch -
To amuse
himself he plans fresh wars
And sends
his newest handmaid to fetch
His plans
for the annexation of Mars
At dawn into
uneasy sleep he slips
Muttering
of golden battleships
