Letter from High Heaven, by a young Mercutio,
To his alive cousins, dear Tybalt, and Romeo:
‘Tis not so deep as a well, nor wide as a church
Door; but ‘tis enough, I tell you as I did before.
I oft dream of a portly gentleman who sought to
Save my life. He laid out roads of strife, to sue for
Danger that was oh so narrow, paved mainly with
The bone marrow of human souls - go Forthwith!
I was going to be a Lifeguard and give way to the
Ocean to lay fish out such fools from impossible
Notions; but tomorrow as today, I am far too petty
Small to be that way. As a boy, I was overly pretty.
I have Benvolio. The guy is everywhere, telling
The villagers by getting between two angry gangs
Of swords to stand down, always to stand down.
Benvolio is adamantly opposed to your gravity.