We live in alarming times. Not since the Cuban Missile crisis of 1962 have I been quite so aware of how slender are the threads that hold our world together.
The words of Irish poet, W B Yeats, from his poem The Second Coming, written nearly one hundred years ago, seem frighteningly apposite in the face of recent global events.
FIST OF FURY
The noise is
sudden
shocking
deafening.
Our upturned faces
glimpse
a bullet-black projectile
traversing sky
so fast
we barely comprehend it.
Then comes the sound ...
a massive fist
colliding
with some solid thing
a mighty slap
a thunderclap.
The earth we stand upon
begins
to
tilt ...
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