Congealing reality within
the empty void.
The flame of coexistence
extinguished.
The falcon long gone.
We are left to gaze at
an empty, brooding sky.
Ah Billy, you understood
so long ago.
You tried to tell us but we were
too absorbed in our own delusions
to understand.
Your’ “rough beast” is at the gates
of the Holy city and there
is nowhere left to hide.
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Coyote (
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Comments1
The trouble with subject specific pieces such as this, on a site such as this is that one either knows the subject or doesn't - and I don't know Yeats (Neither, it would seem, do many others...)
But welcome back - thought you had gone forever ....
Still hopeful for some of your comic stuff...
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