New Animal
A response to Yeats' The Second Coming
Another new animal
Sits still at the blood table
Its own kind it craves to eat
A dead parent of its own
No species to tell today
There were these things that make us
An odd breed to tear apart
Then deadly things move within
The molting of the unclean
A bored Bethlehem wakes up
As seeing eyes say no words
Waits for a moment to feed
Knowing truth in each last bite
The tendrils tear each a whole.
Nothing will come of it now
Evolution will conclude
Messiah’s take much patience
Every silent beast knows
When the time for birth is now
All immortality is
A curse to all living things.
About the Creator
Ernest Taulbee
I live in Louisville, KY with my two daughters and two dogs. Eastern Kentucky University graduate. X: @GordonTaul72113. For more: https://www.amazon.com/stores/Ernest-Gordon-Taulbee/author/B01GGRCKJO. Appreciate all reads and comments.
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