Hamlet (review)

Act 5, scene 2, swordfight

Imagine battle, raging in the air;Hamlet across, Laertes at my feet.For swords indignant drums, whose angry beatSpreads discord, fear, abiding hate, despair.The cadence quickens, roaring voices blareAcross the narrow stage, like gulls competeFor silver fish, their shaking heads and beaksCry hymns to gods who neither see, nor care.And in my seat I listen, engulfed by dinOf mortal actors playing roles, the moanOf Hamlet dying, of sweet Gertrude sighing.The battle ends, then yellow lights beginTo show the scene, Horatio left aloneOnstage, the audience sitting close, and crying.