but the men responsible for closing
the curtains
after the lights
have dimmed and the crowd has
shuffled past
an empty stage, where
tomorrow and tomorrow and
tomorrow, it will end
the same—with Horatio
refusing to eat
or drink alone—with Iago unraveling
the moor’s handkerchief
beneath his nose—with Macduff
unpacking his suitcase, only
to find the gifts he had bought
his pretty ones.