Skull
Skull
Oh, destiny, why do you laugh?
Why is your face with such a smile?
Besides you are severe enough,
You poison me with th'acrid bile.
You as if mock my naught existence.
Oh! Hide your teeth! I plea! I plea.
Before your essence I will knee,
I am too feeble for persistence.
"What does not kill me, makes me stronger"
"Poor Yorick." I will say for you.
You've hardened me? I can stay longer.
Decline will disappear, as dew.
The skull will come my instigation.
I'll struggle with the print of time,
As Faustus deserved salvation,
When cast the skull and heard the chime.
I'm dazed how can an endless notion,
The omen of the stop of motion
Become a nothingness so fleetly,
A petty bauble, sculpted neatly.
"Poor Yorick." I will tell the skull,
The trashy thing, awry and dull.
"To be or not to be?" I'll pry.
"To be!" I'll certainly reply.
February 3rd, 2021.