The Loneliest Man in the World
Lawrence Hall
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                              The Loneliest Man in the world

          Those he commands move only in command,
          Nothing in love: now does he feel his title
          Hang loose about him, like a giant’s robe
          Upon a dwarfish thief

                                         -Macbeth 5:2

His palaces and dachas are Dunsinanes
With polished floors and television maps
With whining voices in empty uniforms
With woods that come against him in the night

His life, his dreams are sere and crumbling leaves
Waiting only for the broom to sweep them away
Waiting only for the dead to summon them
Waiting only for the final hour to come

He does not hang his banners on reality
He only pushes buttons on remote controls