Lawrence Hall
Here May You See the Tyrant
And live to be the show and gaze o’ th’ time.
We’ll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
Painted upon a pole, and underwrit
“Here may you see the tyrant.”
-Macbeth V.viii.28-31
Once upon a time he strutted across
the stage
Peering into a cauldron
presented to him
And stirring it about for a
viler taste
Soul-sickness for sale from a
poisoned chalice
But now he lurks in his dime-store
Dunsinane
Conjuring magic baubles that
do not exist
Comic-book ikons of himself for
sale
To sucker the intellectually
innocent
He cannot admit that his life was a lie
A non-fungible token to its end
