The Hamlet Project

Common again.
This must be the story the King and Queen
Tell each other.
Come on
Death is common
Come on
This is no big deal
People die every day.
Eat. Sleep. Fuck. Die.
Common.
To dwell on the dying
Would be as vulgar as
Discussing what we do in our beds
In public. They say this in their bed –
Justifying several things at once.
It’s perfectly natural, this –
It’s common.
Death. Sex.
Neither will we discuss
Anywhere but here.
When challenged, just by rehearsal, they tell the same story.
“Thou know’st tis common.” “as common as any the most vulgar.”
Come on.