The Second

by
Butler Yeats

            turning in
                       the falconer;
Things                        cannot hold;
     anarchy is
                                     everywhere
                innocence is drowned;
The best lack
                       intensity.

Surely      revelation
Surely     Second Coming is
                   Hardly     those words

When        image out of
            sight: a waste
                                    of a man,
                             the sun
   moving     slow
     shadows of the                  birds

                                 I know
            centuries       of sleep
Were          nightmare by a                         
               beast                      at last
                                 born

CT, 2014

Sculpted work:
The Second Coming, by W.B Yeats