The Second Beasting

this poem written with appreciation for W B Yeats’ earlier poem, the Second Coming: Streaming and scheming in the widening web The viewer cannot trust the site People drift apart; the real world is not told Mere vanity is used for show The magamania is loosed, in every here and there the counterfeit of propriety is launched Insurrectionists lack all legitimacy, while citizens are puzzled in gaming irrelevance. Now foul destruction falls upon the world; it’s Vlad’s constant invasion’s by design. This second time around, a Crimean re-run now resounds While distant memory of Sudetenland confounds Troubling our sight, somewhere in the Euro lands a shape with swastika’d sleeve and moustach’d beast in salute as rudely crude as third reich brood is thrust on newly-armored legions, while all below it reel shadows of indignant Euro birds. The darkness descends again, and now we fear that nine decades of stony slumber,

now are vexed to nightmare by a KGB rumbler And what beast, its undead claws now released, slouches toward Ukraine to rip it torn from Euro peace? Glass half-Full