Spearesques 8

Caliban:

Pondering prole I am, am I?

Yes, if truth be seen emerging bright

From such prisons as I walk half-crouched

And find rest by bending knee each hour.

The sign reads Stoop and firm's that syllable.

A tall man, sure, who doesn't show obeisance in dreams

Or always fear the knout for not so doing.

Democratic Man! Sing democratic man --

The hierarchy's in the hand that holds the willow

Or the one beyond with birch.


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