Suspend your disbelief, for just a moment.
This is the theater, after all.
The heroine,
clad in her flowing, perfect wisp-of-a-dress,
has just downed that climactic shot of poison,
mourning her love's death,
(nevermind that they only met three days before)
and as she is expiring, in he walks.
Oh, the timing is rapier-quick.
But what if,
for a twist,
in bursts Hamlet,
covered in gore, shouting?
"BRAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINS"
A tense moment, the two confused teenagers
share a glance, not even the wind moves...

Then Hamlet lunges forward, moving
with grace few zombies possess,
maintaining his regal bearing,
and the lovers are quickly overcome
by the walking dead. Soon they
rise to join him, feasting on their families
in a cathartic finale. It captures so much,
a meaning that may have been intended
for the whole work. About love,
although powerful, being superceded by forces
more powerful; a Danish Prince, and
the immaturity of two star-crossed children.
I mean, hey, it's Shakespeare, right?

05/01/2009

Posted on 05/01/2009
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