They Say ‘Kit’ Marlowe Was A Spy
who made a Faustian deal
with the expensive seats
and died with a knife
in his eye,
pissing blood from his
too- knowing brain,
a tragic hero of his own fuck-up play.
The Privy Council signed the
order.
The devils laughed in the dirty
corner.
They hung a chain of names
around his neck
like a set of bones:
Brawler
Heretic
Homo
Counterfeiter
Magician.
I hope that he wore them like golden
amulets.
They say ‘Kit’ Marlowe
was a spy,
Sure, aren’t we all spies?
Writer, know who you're
spying for,
or you may end
with a knife in the
eye.