War: The Falconer Cannot Hear the Falconer
Things fall apart.
Turning and turning in the twisting gyre the falconer cannot hear the falconer, Yeats
Things fall apart and they fall apart so quickly and so soon.
The King is ill.
Putin denies potentions on Poland or maybe I should call them Putentions. Make no mistake, we are puppets on a string.
Do you want my credentials, I was a war analyst in the 1980s and as the world turned 1990 I saw it crumble.
You see I analysed the “risk” for war in regions, I also saw gold, a whole vault of it.
My job for a week was to open the vault, under the streets of London, with an 8 digit code.
8 is an interesting number in terms of memory; most people can remember 3–7.
This opening of the vault occurred at dawn and dusk but you were on permanent duty. If the bank called, you jumped.
The eight digit number echoes in my memory; I did vault duty twice.
Why? I could remember the numbers.
Clue: You couldn’t write them down.
And now my nights are punctuated by numbers, and alarms and fear.
