Slouching towards Bethlehem the left turn Brought us face-to-face with a Trumpian wall; Right turn worse, customs officials, what gall! Talking to a sphinx is lots to unlearn. The latest online Spiritus Mundi Lead piece argues those with no conviction And those with intensity of passion Meet their Maker regardless, maybe next Monday. Then reception gave out, whether wifi Or recharging, the centre could not hold. Oh what was my password again? sKyPIe. Okay, Bethlehem scratched. Where next to go. Emmaus, where’s that when it’s home? Not told. Or there’s the old road going down to Jericho. Some readers may object to this reading of ‘The Second Coming’, a veritable fruitcake of famous lines. However I have always had reservations about what Yeats is really on about in this poem, especially his peculiar use of certain typologies in the New Testament. Agreed, the poem describes the foreboding felt in Europe at the end of the war in 1919, and the words are ...