The Beast Come Round
By J David Cummings “Everywhere the ceremony of innocence is drowned.” —W. B. Yeats, 1919 It is born, it is here, it moves among us, not as nightmare, the comforts of metaphor, but in the real of time. Mothers are caged and raped, girls are raped, children are stolen. The children die. Close-watched boys are [...]
