The Hamlet Project

What was it going to say?
Before that cock-a-doodle do
What was that ghost king about to utter?
It’s artful suspense building for one
But what what what
Would he say to this motley crew of watchmen
Hanging around with his son’s friend?
Would he tell them his story?
Instruct them as he would his royal dead subjects?
Charge them to bring him his son?
What if he’d given Marcellus the task of revenging his murder?
I mean, it really is a son’s job –
But how likely is it that his son
Would be wandering around the parapets in the middle of the night?
If you want to get that message out,
I’d think you’d go straight to the source right away and stop
All that wandering around the walls.
He knows how to go inside; he shows up
In his wife’s bedroom later.
Maybe he’s just out for a walk
And when the cock crows,
He’s just about to say,
“Good evening, fellas!”