Act Five, Macbeth

What’s done cannot be undone 

felt wrong. So much we did

we’d undo to do again.

Day to dark to dawn,

clouds came white to dun. 

The sun, bird song 

and so on. The road 

to town went up 

then down. We thought 

we could swim 

in the-same river 

twice. We thought 

our hum drum 

would suffice. 

Not on the first fire-

hazed day, or when 

the river surged 

over the highway,

but finally messengers 

arrived. They do

not wait, all day,

all night, we hear

the knocking at the gate