You can call Hamlet many things
But lacking in understanding or patience
Would not be my first darts if I were hurling them.
Claudius doesn’t seem to know his nephew-stepson.
Not at all.
Give me a heart unfortified.
What a gift that would be!
A heart free and undefended
As it was before the walls
Before the barbed wire
Armored guards
Or thick turrets.
How easily such a heart
Could respond
could walk about freely
could expand to encompass great love
or contract to fit into small spaces.
But then, of course, it would leave a heart
Vulnerable to someone like Claudius
Who would bring a cheese grater to your chest given half a chance.