Terrible Telemachus
Boy locked out of his home.
His dead mother scratches at the door, wanting to get out.
He can release her with a prayer, but his throat is locked as well.
Who has the key? Is it Puck Mulligan, sent by Oberon to torture Ireland’s Hamlet?
Why yes I do have it but only the physical one.” Buck says.
He stares out into the splashing waters where a boy is drowning in the past.
“You know, they say I saved a drowning man once.” Buck says.
He turns to the water, places his hand over his mouth and yells, “It’ll be two more pence.”
Who has the key? Is it Haines? No, he’s opened his cigarette box, no key.
But take a smoke and let thought blow (but the mother refuses to burn.)
Who has the key? “You do,” the key maker says and drags the boy in.
He promises to fashion the key from the boy’s esophagus.
After completion, he’ll inscribe it with the words, resquescat in pace
But the boy’s pockets bare their sunken stomachs
And so the boy turns and leaves the tower
The scratching intensifies.
How much can the inside of a skull take?