DENIS TITCHENELL
March MacBeth
Lament for a madman

Scored for voice, two fiddles, and bodhran

March MacBeth


My foes must vanish if not swayed
no favor slight stay unrepaid
I do what I must for what I am
I am Suharto I am Saddam

I need not signal my intents
my wrath sparks fear in presidents

Another fear comes to the fore
I hear a voice cry "sleep no more"
and ever mindful of defense
I daren't relax my vigilance.

Is this the long expected bane
that ends a vicious little reign?
may plot and ploy be all in vain?
Comes forest now to Dunsinane?
Comes forest now to Dunsinane?



Copyright © 2001 by Denis Titchenell
Rights hereby granted for non-commercial use until January 2006