Star sparrows,
humming sweet songs
tuned to the
the last lineage
of

Cracked hull,
sinking
ship of fools
consumed
by plasma

Sycorax's spell
subjugated Ariel;
her sin,
transcended

Evaporated laughter
condensed and
clinging
on
cold

Muted
phonemes
hang
in angles
of repose
yet, are

We know
only fragments
of the
man
who
wrote
the plays.
So many late