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When the Buzz Bomb stopped its buzzing, When The Victims ceased their cussing, When the Families freed from fussing, Then it was I heard the Sobbing! All was still, and the July Sun, Warm and dry, made the sweat to run As I scrambled over our flattened home, To our rubbished garden, all alone, In search of gooseberries, and a flower or two. And then I slow returned to you. Crouching, hunched back, With tear stained face. Leaning against the battered shelter Watching curtains, fluttering lace, Like flags draped upon the debris welter. This funeral pyre, this end of living, But astonishingly you were giving Comfort enough to the Lady next door, Screaming, kicking, on the floor, Blood on her head, her face death white, And lips the colour of Darkest Night. A stretcher came, all forlorn, And we cross-legged on "The Lawn" On the green in the middle of the road, We ancient Britons, covered in Wode. And, as The Sun dipped coolingly We joined the queue quietly, Carried our odds and ends in packs. All our World upon our backs. July 1944 |