Saint Mary's church, Lubeck, Palm Sunday 1942. |
The bells of the Marienkirche, still lying where they fell |
Filled with air,
the bells floated
down;
like dandelion seeds,
sycamore seeds;
like thistle.
Like the bells,
the bombs fell
down;
like dandelion seeds,
sycamore,
thistle.
And soon enough
all was quiet:
bombs, bells,
kirk;
and so too, I assume
the trumpets in Heaven.
and so too, I assume
the trumpets in Heaven.
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