Hey Yeats!

Hey Yeats!Maybe you could knock it off With yourWidening gyre, yourRough beast slouchingYour best, your worstIt’s like, we can’t escape itOur future etched in your inkCondemned to repeatingYour blood-dimmed wordsWe're imprisoned in your vision, your darkVision, your falcon and your lion body andThe wars, the child’s meat, spilled The screaming, the gas, the rockets, all [ ]