I am the ghost
at the banquet.
Banquo?
No, that was another ghost
at another banquet –
I am not him,
and he is not me.
Do you see?
He was there due to his death
at the hands of MacBeth.
I was not
killed by an ambitious Scot;
but, by a jealous yak
from ancient Tibet.
Why I should be at this particular banquet
Is a mystery yet.
Graeme Sandford 