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Second Coming: a response to Yeats

“And the nations were angry, and thy wrath is come, and the time of the dead, that they should be judged, and that thou shouldest give reward unto thy servants the prophets, and to the saints, and them that fear thy name, small and great; and shouldest destroy them which destroy the earth.” Revelation 11:18

Turning, twisting the bloating gyre

The falcon fights falconer fist to feather,

Longing for the gentle hurricane’s weather,

As all rivers run north on fire.

Roads run rampant with boiling tar

What great beast spreads its slow thighs

Releasing its children into falling skies

Behold the Second Coming. Bibles are read in bars.

When even the damned won’t drink in the hail.

“Bring out the dead,” the atoms will wail

In a world where even unborn bare scars.

Slouching towards Bethlehem after birth

The chameleon void fills out the Earth.

Until prophecy fulfilled from the sky,

The triumphant return of the Most High.

His name declares I Am, Faithful, True

Giving both Saint and Sinner their due.

Few listened but every heart heard

One alone reality obeys His Word.