Shakespeare's Little Helpers
Grok
imagines Shakespeare and his helpers
The poet turned up to the reading
in a suit, said
“sorry I turned up like
a scruffy c**t.”
Now he is beset by Shakespeare’s Little Helpers.
They are impeccable in their
timing. You
finish a tome,
or think you have finished a tome,
they get back to you
within a minute
to tell you
what needs be done.
A new Feudal System was breaking
out, with Shakespeare
the man upstairs…
I believe in
Shakespeare’s Little Helpers,
how they are faster
than a phone call.
They travel
faster than the speed of
love, straight
to the place where the bleeding is…
They can wear strange
disguises but are
not a shamanic mythos.
John Tucker
If you have any
thoughts about this poem,
John Tucker would like to hear them.
