Eulogy for Lady Macbeth

by Oscar Hallas, Contributor

Scraps of paper like moths’ wings
Migrating from an unknown source over the schoolyard.
Someone starts to chase them, and many soon join in
Neglecting the burnt edges
We chase the papers for hours it seems
Theorizing, a Chinese restaurant burned down, someone’s house is on fire
Never imagining that just out of reach, just across the water,
People are jumping out of the 53rd floor
To avoid the fire.
Across the river,
Planes are sticking out of buildings,
Eventually, my father picks me up
We walk home
It’s a beautiful day
I ask him why
He can’t tell me.
The next day, he finds a near-complete sheet of paper
With that beautiful speech from Macbeth,
The one that says, “Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,”
Too disgustingly perfect to be true,
“Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time.”


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