Shakespeare Cliff by Ros Barber

Here’s a good place to go mad.
There’s nothing but gravity.
Let’s dress ourselves in flowers
and talk nonsense.

Let’s find our blind fathers,
pretend we don’t know them,
talk in piratical accents, disown them.
Let’s end it all -

throw ourselves into the air
some way from the edge
and wonder at ourselves
unbroken. Let’s not

look down.

— Ros Barber