Macbeth Will Have No Say About It - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

Macbeth Will Have No Say About It

 

 

                       Light thickens; and the crow
Makes wing to the rooky wood:
Good things of day begin to droop and drowse

 

-Macbeth III.ii.50-52

 

 

Finishing the chores as the evening light fails

And high above me in the paling blue

Three crows calling out harshly as they soar

Indeed making wing to a rooky wood

 

Good things of day, good animals, in peace

Are safely penned in their barns and byres

And we marvel at god’s kindness in all things

A warm fire, lanternlight, supper, blessings

 

Let us hear nothing of the tyrant’s foul plans

But instead, happy stories, Evensong, then sleep