The knife br is pulled out of the back. br br The poison is spat out br & the dead come back br br they stand br before us br br joyful br & our joy joins theirs br br like waves br that crash br br upon the sands br of our senses br br & Time turns back br to the ordinary moment. br br We stand br & clap. br br These our actors br (which we see before us) br take their bow br br soak up br the applause br br & dash behind br the safety of the curtain br br that has come down br between their world & ours. br br We enter into br the coldness of the night br br our beaths br like spirits br br speaking for us br br the actors' dreams br still clutched like flowers br br in our hands br br & wander on br br drawn now br to the lovely laughter br br of our Hamlet br eating chips br br with Ophelis br & her friends. br br And so, our play br ends.