Project Fortinbras
By Noa Carlson
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- Bedtime Stories
Baby years: nephew, know that Your father, the brave, Was murdered by Old Hamlet. Toddler: remember, nephew, Your namesake. Hamlet Had a son, same name, Hamlet. Teen angst: uncle knows nothing. Decrepit, old, sick. Tears fall on father’s uniform. I bet Hamlet understands, He’d get me. He feels Loss, anguish, anger, madness. Fortinbras, what matters now Is that you reclaim The name that Norway deserves.
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