Robbed

stealthily and swiftly you arrived

welding a sword of pain

perhaps phantom, perhaps real

illness prevents vital tissue

from discerning truth.

Should this thief be trusted?

Why is it claiming squatters rights

in a weary soul.....?

Finally, Lady Mac Beth's hand washing

and eerie, mournful cry "Out damn spot, out"

is understood, truly digested.

Dreams haunted by a prior self

mock this new resistance...Tease with

walking, dancing and random shimmying