William had a monkey
brought in by the
Portuguese from
deepest Africa.
It died just after
he'd come to love it
so by the light of
the full moon
he skinned it
ate its heart raw
then stuffed it
displaying it
prominently
in the Globe
before the fire
place.
Words, thoughts
poured from his pen
and he had his prick of
the delectable young
men who flashed
across the stage.
William too died early
before my next birthday
leaving only his words.
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