AWAITING THE COMING
After the anarchy the
turning continued
But the falconer was replaced
By a single spinner
through some grace.
Anarchy’s reordering moved
in painful pace
But killed in the old
falconer a developing sinew.
There, innocence never was.
The adversary emerged
again in strength.
The meek, mild, and the
tolerant sat.
The Second Coming is still
at hand,
But the second cataclysm
could not hold
And western social fabric
began to tear.
The Spiritual Mundi
or Zeitgeist of fear
Rendered the single
spinner its strength.
The Orient and the Bear
now intrude
On freedom the spinner
spun.
It is now a darkness, no
light, no shadow.
A darkness crushing Revelation,
The falcons turn upon
themselves
Devouring, denying their
own future.
Awaiting the Coming, the
light on the hill dims.
June 29, 2021
