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Snuff Shakespeare<\/strong><\/p>\n Banquo is dead. [Here comes more sugar for the shock.<\/p>\n Sweet tea clouds hang.]<\/p>\n What will they do now?<\/p>\n He\u2019s been lifted up like a rolled up carpet and put on a trolley, He\u2019s not the first, that was Hamlet. [There\u2019s a tray of Garibaldi\u2019s now, pass them round.]<\/p>\n The trolley is creaking as they take it out to a \u2018Private Ambulance\u2019 making ruts in the grass verge out the front.<\/p>\n One of the nurses is clutching a see through bag with some rings and a pair of glasses inside.<\/p>\n He didn\u2019t see it coming didn\u2019t Banquo and now he\u2019s behind a zip in the back of a transit van reeking of disinfectant.<\/p>\n The driver\u2019s lit another roll up and is picking his nails as he waits for someone to sign his chit.<\/p>\n What do they write?<\/p>\n It doesn\u2019t fit in a box that\u2019s for sure, there\u2019s a few sides of A4 to this one.<\/p>\n The phone\u2019s ringing, it\u2019s the coin operated one they bring round when people are out of sorts.<\/p>\n Derek answers it, he\u2019s been told not to, but Derek hasn\u2019t come here for rules.<\/p>\n \u2018Well, is that the next one then? The phone\u2019s down and Derek has already raised the front axle of his commode and is heading my way.<\/p>\n King Lear would be my guess.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Michael Scott<\/strong> is a poet and writer from Swindon, co-editor of Domestic Cherry<\/em> magazine<\/a>, Chair of BlueGate Poets and a founder of Swindon Festival of Poetry. This is his website: www.michaelscott.org.uk <\/a>><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Snuff Shakespeare Banquo is dead. Zipped inside a body bag, ringed by Zimmer frames. [Here comes more sugar for the shock. Sweet tea clouds hang.] What will they do now? He\u2019s been lifted up like a rolled up carpet and put on a trolley, the audience look concerned, apart from the three […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4500","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4500","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4500"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4500\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4502,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4500\/revisions\/4502"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4500"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4500"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4500"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nZipped inside a body bag, ringed by Zimmer frames.<\/p>\n
\nthe audience look concerned,
\napart from the three at the front in dressing gowns,
\nsilently tearing pages from a pair of Mills And Boon romances.<\/p>\n
\nThe Prince of Denmark was followed by Romeo and Juliet a couple of weeks later.<\/p>\n
\nAnd what would I have to do?
\nWon\u2019t the vinegar sting?
\nOK, try and get the ones in malt vinegar,
\nthat clear stuff just doesn\u2019t cut it.
\nAnd Terry will claw them out? Right-o, when are you here? Thank you.\u2019<\/p>\n