The Second Beasting
this poem written with appreciation for W B Yeats’ earlier poem, the Second Coming:
Streaming and scheming in the widening web
The viewer cannot trust the site
People drift apart; the real world is not told
Mere vanity is used for show
The magamania is loosed, in every here and there
the counterfeit of propriety is launched
Insurrectionists lack all legitimacy, while citizens
are puzzled in gaming irrelevance.
Now foul destruction falls upon the world;
it’s Vlad’s constant invasion’s by design.
This second time around, a Crimean re-run now resounds
While distant memory of Sudetenland confounds
Troubling our sight, somewhere in the Euro lands
a shape with swastika’d sleeve and moustach’d beast
in salute as rudely crude as third reich brood
is thrust on newly-armored legions, while all below it
reel shadows of indignant Euro birds.
The darkness descends again, and now we fear
that nine decades of stony slumber,
now are vexed to nightmare by a KGB rumbler
And what beast, its undead claws now released,
slouches toward Ukraine to rip it torn from Euro peace?
