The Hamlet Project

Such finality for the end of a shift –
No sense of “Fish biting?” “Nope” or
“Have a good one.” Or “Take care.”
No, as Francisco goes to bed
Marcellus seems as if he’s sending him on a voyage
Across oceans for months
Or into the depths of the ocean for his final tour of duty
In Davy Jones’ locker.
Thanks for all your hard work, Francisco,
For the enemy ranks you have laid open with your blade
For standing guard over the Danes
For filling your uniform with the softness of your body
And holding it all straight.
O, we do not know what your next adventure will be
But we crash our bottle against the hull of your boat
And send you out into the darkness.