The Gravediggers (Reprised) from Hamlet.
The grave-diggers ‘were’ quite sombre.
Nothing seemed to cheer them at all.
Even Grave-digger No. 1
was not being the life and the soul
of the party –
it was a wake after all.
A farewell to a departing soul.
But, usually, there was the dry banter of their kind,
a way of dispersing the mood,
lightening the burden
of burying the dead.
“What’s wrong, Grave-digger No. 1?” enquired Grave-digger No. 2.
“I have heard that young Lord Hamlet, son to the previous, prior King Hamlet of Denmark, who bore the same name, Hamlet, and named his son, Hamlet, yet the same again.”
“A long line of Hamlets!” interjected Grave-digger No. 2.
“Precisely, sirrah! A line that stretches back into a time long ago, but now stretches forward no more.”
“Sadly, ‘tis so.” spake Grave-digger No. 2. “Thou speakst the sad truth, as thou rarely dost.”
“I’faith, I am of quite a sorrowful countenance. The old Yorick reminded to me; the beautiful Ophelia buried; and then young Hamlet, gone before his time.”
“Life is not fair, my friend and digging companion. One day, too, we shall be lain in boxes i the ground.”
“Aye! And who would have thought that we might’st live to see ‘that’ day?”
“It bears not the thinking about!”
“Then let us not!”