If this waning gibbous moon has a bird's eye view
it must be perplexed as to why we build
only to destroy, that we learn nothing
from his story or hers, that we take pleasure
in inflicting pain, that we lack
the imagination to imagine
what it must be like
just a few lines of longitude away
watching death strike from the sky,
that from generation to generation
the same evil rises to the surface
that Yeats' rough beast still slouches
towards Bethlehem to be born.
What we know is that this moon instead of waxing into full
will soon slide like the cat's tail around the door post
at dusk and into the darkness,and that the New Moon,
for all its sound of promise, will be invisible ,at least for a time,
to the naked eye...
Copyright 2023 Cathy Leonard All rights reserved.
In these current times I am reminded of Yeats' The Second Coming. See full text below.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43290/the-second-coming
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