I’d rather Shakespeare
has not written those plays.
I don’t know Shakespeare.
So much better it
would have been
had “Macbeth”
and “Romeo And Juliet’
been scribbled down
by some street-sweeper
after hours.
I can imagine
a street-sweeper.
But not Shakespeare.
He’s no street-sweeper.
He’s not some knight’s
lackey either.
Or a tenant farmer.
Or a blacksmith.
He’s nobody real.
He’s just this thing
called Shakespeare.
This mystery
called Shakespeare.
Even though he lived,
it’s as if he never was.
To my mind,
the plays wrote themselves.
Then, when they were done,
they went looking for an author.
Shakespeare was
the only one available.
The street-sweeper
was busy sweeping streets.