What Passes Show

“These indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play.”

—Hamlet,  1.2.83–84

A man might bake biscuits, smoke meat 
A man might seek pizza in the a.m.
As a way to suffocate a hunger 
With another shame
A man might pet his cat
A man might be watching his wife 
Fade as slowly as possible
From this life
A man might seek out the ghost
A man might jump and grapple in the grave 
A man might cry in front of his students
Or watch a mountain not move 
For miles upon the air
A man might position himself like a flute 
For the wind to play
A man might forget his manners 
And interrupt the boss, the king
Excuse me, your highness, but does any of this matter?
A man might matter
A man might not matter
A man of might has much matter
A mighty man was mangled by a stone 
In his kidney; he stood before the mirror 
Pathetic as a skull
A man might take Paxil to feel numb 
A man might hurt you to feel strong
A man might mean country matters 
A man might hear a ringing in his ear 
Like a scream from another country
A man might respond; a man might not 
A man might tell what he’s been told
A man might rebel with antic disposition 
Might a man make meaning mealymouthed 
Moreover a sunset soothed once
The coming of night 
A man might lie
In his grave his help his suit 
None but to himself
A man might be true

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