By Bob Dorn
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, …
William Butler Yeats “Second Coming”
Turning and turning over malls and freeways
The drones outrace their wireless signals;
Houses fall apart; grocery carts are filled with gear;
Mere starvation is loosed on half the world,
While others eat designer foods and
Protest they’re entitled to deny the real.
The best lack spirit, while the worst fill our
Heads with methed-up commentary.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
The Third faux Conning of the land.
The Third! After Ronald’s and Richard’s,
Now it’s Donald’s turn to hail family values
By plumping the sales of his hotel suites
And hawking his only daughter’s bags
He uses Twitter to second guess his god;
Himself, he’s the Lizard of Oz
And hopes to move the Spiritus Mundi,
To a Golf Course here, a tower there.
Somewhere else he’s a swinish shape
With the head of a grapefruit and a gaze of disdain
At those he’s neutralized or stunned to inaction.
His swollen thighs move past his bloated belly
While all about him wheel his human drones
Forced to lie, and then deny
The darkness of power we see more clearly.
Now that Richard is Ronald and Ronald Donald,
A half century later I think I know
What coarse beast slouches toward us
Its 15 minutes of fame about to end.