Rosencrantz and Guilderstern are on Life Support
To wander through the Danish countrysideCold , damp oblivious to plague and hungerThin soup from the women with boilsPurchased with coins worn and jiggledDebating free will and GifftheilIn his aggression and holy questPneumonia creeping into monologuesAnd heated debates refereed byRed cracked skin on boney handsAs they wave away opposing viewsNot long now until lungs fill with phlegmAnd hearts struggle to pump hot bloodInto cold extremities