My nature adores a vacuum
that’s why the skull is my best friend.
She asked, how many deaths to slake
this pain? Painstakingly, I tallied up
the answer: her father’s first, then hers
by water. The king, my uncle, and
the queen, my mother. Then I cleaned out
the rest of the nest. I was always
destined for the Russian ending, but
what happens now the play
is over? No sound, and none to hear,
the theatre’s black and I
am every character —
every, every character.