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When the doodle bug went bang And all the world was dark, When the dust and sound had settled, And silent dogs, frightened , bark, When streaming light invades the tomb, When panic rush for blue sky room, When breath explodes in shrieking scream, We emerged, cement streaked grey , To shattered world on Summers Day Saturday lunchtime, Wimbledon treat Of strawberries luscious, and double whipped cream. Left uneaten at ram jet roar Now crushed beneath a splintered beam. Up stairs curtains, still on coiled wire, Flatter on this flameless pyre, Family heirlooms broadcast Birdbrook, And gardens gooseberry, ready to eat, Are broken, bleeding, at my feet. Soldiers and the Civil Defence Clear debrief road, infill the crater, children, quiet, as adults stand tense, Watch wounded, found, and bodies, later. When sunshine rays begin to fade, And empty stomachs protest, The homeless wind their weary way To Briset school for food, and rest. 32 BIRDBROOK ROAD 1 . 7.44 |