The Lyric of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark

Hamlet without haunting dreams
Rules inside a nutshell now.

He has painted one lid blue,
Black with stars the other. Peace

Greets him from infinite space,
Wherever he looks. He sleeps

Like a hibernating bear,
Tardigrade withdrawn to tun,

Sealed up all in rest. The wind
Poisons the world above him.

Quietude is his revenge,
Quietism’s dreamlessness

In a shallow bed of clay,
Bolthole for another day.