Writing Iago and Macbeth

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We know the truest playwrights, poets see

The world through lenses not their own, but through

The organs of the characters they free

Up on the stage.  These poets drink a brew

That gives them synesthetic insight in

The minds and hearts of heroes, makes the pen

Bring out the scheming of the villain’s sin

And see like women tend to see their men.

Yet more than that these poets each become

The creatures they are working up with ink

And that so thoroughly that these succumb

To being beings even as they stink.

  A female poet needs not be a male.

    She feels his part, could even be a snail.