Hamnet

Hamnet, you are the Young Man.
You died.
Your father spoke of you in your wild throws
Of romance with a young woman.
And she, you had blessed wed
If not for the reeling throws of time
Which because of thy mixed race
Thou wert killed for courting her.
Thus, grief thieved thy father William
Who sung of your lovemaking
To immortalize you.

You were Romeo.