Six Parts of Hamlet

By AJ Stewart

Who’s there? 

That this flesh would melt. 
God! Two months dead: nay, not two
Must I remember? 

What a rogue am I! 
To unpack my heart with words, 
And yet say nothing. 

To be? Not to be? 
To sleep, to dream: There’s the rub. 
And must give us pause 

Now could I drink blood 
Soft! Be Cruel, not unnat’ral. 
Lose not thy nature 

Now might I do it. 
He to heaven. No! Up, sword. 
His soul needs be damn’d 

Spur my dull revenge! 
This time forth, thoughts be bloody 
Or be nothing worth! 

The rest is silence