A Better Macbeth

by: Nina Anin

This should be read as an antique piano,

sans tuner. Think electric stars,

widowed models in a trench war, think

Juliette in a moldy hut with deer skulls on the wall,

rabbits playing drug lords, liars in laurel crowns

How much of her will come back to haunt in

graffitied murals of Hollywood, branded into wine

While bedridden, remember Juliette's treasure chest

Holly would have pillaged those but tell you at once,

try being Macbeth in an electric chair