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Is this a knife in front of me?
The knife’s handle towards my hand.
Come, let me hold. I didn’t.
And yet, I can still see.
Is this true or my vision?
I can see it. I can feel it.
Is this really a knife in front of me?
Or my mental picture?
Look. I can see it still.
Look. Look. It’s moving
telling me to carry on walking
to where I was going.
I can see it still. It’s very sharp,
and now with bloody blood!
I haven’t seen a blood before.
It informs me I suppose,
that this blade will kill the king.
“Macbeth is our new king!”
Everybody is still asleep.
The curtain’s still closed.
They’re maybe dreaming.
The witches will offer Duncan’s hand
to the goddess of the moon. Murder him!
The wolves are howling. It’s time to kill him.
Quick, and kill him!
I hike speedily. I saw Tarquin towards his aim
to rape his friend’s wife. Then I move slowly.
Very slowly. I have to be sure he can’t hear my steps
for I’ll not tell him tales, then I’ll be a king!
I have to remain silent, as I have done the hot deeds.
The bell rings. I don’t want to hear it.
Duncan is dead. Is he going to heaven?
Or to heal?
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