Misconstrued gestures do haunt the
Ignoring intention, the guarded
In shallow water or perilous sea
The span of superstition persists indefinitely.
It is a constant threat, scorning rest
The absence of reason, its pleasure reaps.
From dawn till dusk, and then in death
The life and blood was with Macbeth
Murder is as murder contemplates.
A gate of marble or of bronze awaits.
-Alex Rego, May 2014