Another round of Beckett – feck it!
Bring on some cheer; I cannot take it.
Godot and Krapp, they have their place
But please, not up front in my face.
No man, no time, no plot unfolds.
Bleak nothings happen, only words.
Contempt seems meaningless but wait,
Are there primeval feelings – hate?
Yes, love, hate and loneliness are here
But only to the trained, discerning ear.
I take back what I said to start:
Beckett, at times you touch my heart.