Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world
W B Yeats
Beware. Down in the woods today
the Teddy Bears have gone away
and, in their place, a monstrous beast,
by some foul chance, has been released,
perhaps the beast Yeats wrote about.
It has great antlers and a snout
but walks upright, with slouching gait,
and fiery eyes brimful of hate.
Yeats’ famous poem got it right:
it’s written there in black and white.
Life’s started imitating art.
The centre’s gone.
Things fall apart.
Richard Fleming
Image : "The Thing What Whispers" by Kat Philbin (@stupidanimals)
