The Hamlet Project

He’s sitting in that old yellow chair
Watching his child run wild
Across the carpet.
He is so comfortable there and bemused
To see so much chaos outside of himself.
I bring him, whole cloth to the wedding,
Watching events transpire that might
Bring up a weaker man’s stomach
The chaos and the shame
Spiral out in front of him
But I want him to rise and take up that sledded pole-ax
With which he smote upon the ice
And I want him to start swinging it.