The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

- Yeats

There is more to this poem, but this (the start) is what I love.
The words are much denser and harsher and more brilliant than in the rest of the poem.

This is the 2nd of the poems I gave Gerald to set.

The Doctor suggests Gerald comes home Friday.
Nurse(s?) is not sure about that.
Doctors say goes.
Gerald is getting the hard word about moving more.
And it is upsetting him.
And that is upsetting me.

Over the road to the pub in the wheelchair?
If you had 30 days (or so) ...?

L