Of Cricket’s Bone

Act I, scene 4

How real are you?  Or, rather, how unreal?

Are you as real as Romeo upon

The stage—or even less?  Or more Surreal,

An echo out of place, a sunset dawn,

A butterfly Antarctic or a ghost

On golden streets of Heaven?  No. No.  You

Are less than that to billions of the host

Of humans here on earth.  They have no view

Of you.  You don’t exist for masses, not

One bit.  And even if you do exist

On Youtube or on TikTok, that’s a lot

Like Romeo in tights before he kissed.

  That Romeo is long ago, high, far

    Away, though he is far more real, by far.